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Three 6 Mafia

Gunclaps

 

Gunclaps

(album: Chpt. 2 "World Domination" - 1997)


Gunclaps, we hear the gunclaps
The rowdy gunclaps the bloody gunclaps
Gunclaps, we hear the gunclaps
The rowdy gunclaps the bloody gunclaps
Gunclaps, we hear the gunclaps
The rowdy gunclaps the bloody gunclaps

[Juicy J:]
5 A-M in the morning
Nigga heard them tones pumping like a thousand-five cannons
Nigga getting 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 fucking 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

[Lord Infamous:]
Three 6 Mafia, Prophet Posse, Killa Kaze with the shotties
Leave your chest cavity sloppy and the autopsy all snotty
And I can't help but notice all your pain
When the mobsters got that clapping, clapping, clapping
On them thangs man
We hear the gunshots ricochet rang diggy dang
Got a shirt full of brains and it looks kind of insane
I, Scarecrow with mystical styles, niggas are getting buckwild
Look at security files
Bodies are stacked up in piles
You wanna fuck with me player?
First you must say a lil' prayer
Ask the nigga over there
Dead up in my Frigidaire
Niggas are all acting [?]
Grow up acting now fight
Infamous bucking all night
Burn in the afterlife

Gunclaps, we hear the gunclaps
The rowdy gunclaps the bloody gunclaps
Gunclaps, we hear the gunclaps
The rowdy gunclaps the bloody gunclaps

[Crunchy Blac:]
Slip, slide come and take a ride
To my fucking stash pot
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 fucking 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 motherfucking 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 smoking 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 going down, tricks about 2 mil
Feel, the fucking Prophet Posse get ya killed
Nigga, we got 40 cals' to your face
Na'ad mean
Three 6 leave no fucking 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

[Until fade:]
Gunclaps, we hear the gunclaps
The rowdy gunclaps the bloody gunclaps

done

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