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Chorus x3 |
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Gunclaps, we hear the gunclaps |
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The rowdy gunclaps the bloody gunclaps |
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(juicy j) |
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5 a-m in the mornin' |
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Nigga heard them tones pumpin' like a thousand-five cannons |
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Nigga gettin' it on |
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Peep out the window, i was solo flashin'in the streets |
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Caught by cops |
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I'm tell them bring some extra tape and plenty sheets |
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Right they ass chevy drove by bout' seventy shotguns |
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Loaded for your roller |
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Put em' straight to sleep |
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Hollow points hit my ****in' window |
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Make you think your through |
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Like it's the forth of july |
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With them niggas spook |
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I wish the folks would hurry up |
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I cock my gun back with my thumb |
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Nigga rowdy rowdy like it's north memphis, vietnam |
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As i gotta check to take a look and then fired back |
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I realized i was out numbered |
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In a deadly trap |
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(scarecrow) |
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Three 6 mafia, prophet posse, killa kaze |
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With the shotties |
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Leave your chest cavity |
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Stoppin' at the autopsy |
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I slaughter |
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And i can't help but notice all your pain |
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When the monsters got that clappin', clappin', clappin' |
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On them thangs man |
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We hear the gunshots |
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Nigga bang diggy dank |
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Got a shank full of thangs |
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And it is kind of insane |
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I scarecrow with mystical styles |
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Niggas are getting buck wild |
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Look at my dirty fouls |
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Bodies are stacked up by pounds |
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You wanna **** with me player |
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First you must say a lil' prayer |
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Ask the nigga over there |
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Yeah, that be my preacher there |
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Niggas are all actin' (??) |
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Grow up actin' now fight |
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Infamous buckin' all night |
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Burnin' em' after a light |
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Chorus x2 |
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(crunchy blac) |
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Slip, slide come and take a ride |
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To my ****in' stash pile |
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Nigga you can't hide |
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It's a mug crunchy got a tug |
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Stuff a nigga in my trunk |
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Told ya'll niggas what |
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Crunchy ain't no ****in' whore |
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Get down on that floor |
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Bitch i want more (more) |
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Bitch now give me more |
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Give me chocolate chunk bitch, i bitch i kill you more |
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They pay, that pay that five |
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Now bitch i want some more |
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All i wanna feel |
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Is some mother****in' rain |
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Let it rain mother****er, let it rain (gon' let it rain) |
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See you inside by the game that i spit |
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Never ever in your life |
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Can you ever get with this |
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(dj paul) |
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Hey yo kemosabe |
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I got hoes smokin' weed up in the lobby |
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Cocaine fills my body, like gotti |
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Hotty |
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Where the keys to room 2-10 |
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I got thugs with price tage bout' to get in |
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We heard it's goin' down, tricks about 2 mil |
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Feel, the ****in' prophet posse get ya killed |
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Nigga, we got 40 cals' to your face |
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Na'ad mean |
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Three 6 leave no ****in' trace |
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It takes more gunshots for these boys to save ya |
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Me and crunchy chunk ya' over like white with a razor |
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Several automatics in a blazer |
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Before we bump you off |
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Give me that plate and the lazer |
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Chorus...till fade |
