Gunclaps Lyrics

Gunclaps lyrics

Chorus x3
Gunclaps we hear the gunclaps
The rowdy gunclaps the bloody
gunclaps

(Juicy J)
5 A M in the mornin'
Nigga heard them tones
pumpin' like a thousand five cannons
Nigga gettin' it on
Peep out the
window I was solo 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 forth of July
With them niggas spook
I wish the
folks would hurry up
I cock my gun back with my thumb
Nigga rowdy rowdy
like it's North Memphis, Vietnam
As I gotta check to take a look and then
fired back
I realized I was out numbered
In a deadly
trap

(Scarecrow)
Three 6 Mafia, Prophet Posse, Killa Kaze
With the
shotties
Leave your chest cavity
Stoppin' at the autopsy
I
slaughter
And I can't help but notice all your pain
When the monsters got
that Clappin', Clappin', Clappin'
On them thangs man
We hear the
gunshots
Nigga bang diggy dank
Got a shank full of thangs
And it is
kind of insane
I Scarecrow with mystical styles
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 the nigga over
there
Yeah, that be my preacher there
Niggas are all actin' (??)
Grow
up actin' now fight
Infamous buckin' all night
Burnin' em' after a
light

Chorus x2

(Crunchy Blac)
Slip, slide come and take a
ride
To my fuckin' stash pile
Nigga you can't hide
It's a mug Crunchy
got a tug
Stuff a nigga in my trunk
Told ya'll niggas what
Crunchy
ain't no fuckin' whore
Get down on that floor
Bitch I want more
(more)
Bitch now give me more
Give me chocolate chunk 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 motherfuckin' rain
Let it rain
motherfucker, 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 the keys to room 2-10
I got
thugs with price tage bout' to get in
We heard it's goin' down, tricks about
2 mil
Feel, the 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
Several automatics in a Blazer
Before we bump you
off
Give me that plate and the lazer

Chorus...till fade