gunclaps þarký sözü

[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]