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Three 6 Mafia World Domination (Chapter 2) Gunclaps 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 |
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