Chorus
Gunclaps, we hear tha gunclaps.
The rowdy gunclaps, The bloody gunclaps.
Juicy J
5 a.m.
In the mornin’
Nigga heard them tones pumpin'
like a thousand-5 cannons.
Nigga gettin' it on.
Peep out the window,
I was (?) flashin' in the streets.
Caught by cops.
I'm tell them bring some extra tape,
And plenty sheets.
Right they ass chevy drove by 'bout,
Seventy shotguns,
Loaded for your roller,
Put 'em straight to sleep.
Hollow points hit my fuckin' window,
Make you think your through,
Like it's the 4th of July,
With them niggas spook.
I wish tha folks would hurry up.
I cock my gun back with my thumb.
Nigga rowdy rowdy,
Like it's north Memphis Vietnam.
Just like that,
I check to take a look,
and then fired back.
I realized I was out numbered,
In a deadly trap.
Scarecrown
Three 6 Mafia,
Prophet Posse,
Killa kazi,
With tha shotties.
Leave your chest cavity.
Stoppin' at the autopsy,
I slaughter,
And I can't help but notice,
All your pain,
When tha monsters got that,
Clappin', Clappin', Clappin'
On them thangs man.
We hear the gunshots,
Nigga say bang diggy dank,
Got a shank full of thangs,
And it is kind of insane,
I, Scarecrow with mystical stylez.
Niggas are getting buck wild.
Look at my dirty fouls.
Bodies are stacked up by pounds.
You wanna fuck with me player?
First you must say a lil' prayer.
Ask that nigga over there,
yeah that be my preacher there.
Niggas are all actin' (shive),
Grow up actin' now fight.
Infamous buckin' all night,
Burnin' 'em after a light.
Chorus
Gunclaps, we hear tha gunclaps.
The rowdy gunclaps, The bloody gunclaps.
Crunchy Black
Slip, slide.
Come and take a ride,
To my fuckin' stash (?)
Nigga you can't hide.
It's a (?)
Crunchy got a (?)
Stuff a nigga in my trunk,
told y'all niggas what
Crunchy ain't no fuckin' whore.
Get down on that floor.
Bitch I want more [more],
bitch now give me more.
Now give me (...?...),
bitch, I bitch I kill you more.
they pay, that pay that five,
Now bitch I want some more.
All I wanna feel,
Is some motha fuckin' rain.
Let it rain motha fucka,
Let it rain. [gon' let it rain].
See you inside,
By the game that I spit.
Never ever in your life,
Can you ever get with this.
DJ Paul
Hey yo Kemosabe,
I got hoes smokin' weed up in the lobby.
Cocaine fills my body,
Like Gotti,
Hotty.
Where tha keys to room 210?
I got thugs with price tags,
Bout to get in.
We heard it's goin' down,
Tricks about 2 mil,
Feel. Tha fuckin' Prophet Posse
Get ya killed.
Nigga.
We got 40 cals' to your face.
Na'ad mean?
Three 6 leave no fuckin' trace.
It takes more gunshots,
For these boys to save ya.
Me and Crunchy,
chunk ya' over, like white
With a razor.
Flippin’ automatics in a Blazer.
befo' we bump you off,
give me that plate and the lazer.
Chorus
Gunclaps, we hear tha gunclaps.
The rowdy gunclaps, The bloody gunclaps.