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

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 (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