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
Stuf
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Gotta touch em maine reapeatx2
you gotta touch em when you see dj mel making fresh beats we aint nothin but
some killas u's a bithc and u actin like a snitc so fuck wit us,so dont play
wit us,dont mess wit us ,cuz we da real deal ready to get us a platnim meal im
starvin and hongry dont even try to be my homie i will get my 30-30rifel and
let go some demon shit biooootch
gotta touch em x4
so i park up on maplewood and i took a drank and i sen a skank i said come
here bitch i want you to lick around my nuts she said cool 25$ i said bitch
please you tipeen. so she got to lickin it was the best in the world so i
-yeah, you fuckin punk, i'm finna take ya muthafuckin beat and go
Nationwide with it, bitch. don't ever bite the muthafuckin dick that
Feeds you.
Triple fuckin 6 in ya face gotcha shakin just my-
Triple fuckin 6 in ya face gotcha shakin just my-
Triple fuckin 6 in ya face gotcha shakin just my-
Triple fuckin 6 in ya face gotcha shakin just my-
Triple fuckin 6 in ya face gotcha shakin just my-
Triple fuckin 6 in ya face gotcha shakin just my-
Triple fuckin 6 in ya face gotcha shakin just my
Thugs from pro-prophet the posse i'll give em a reason to duck
[gangsta boo]
What's up to my gangsta bitches chargin niggas
All up out they profits
What's up to my niggas slangin dope or dodgin crooked coppas
Yes this crazy lady all up out it for the n-zine 6
How the fuck you think i love you boy when i'm a playa, dig
All that shit i'm sayin, i'm not playin, fuck you slaw ass boys
Actions speakin louder than my words, but you still makin noise
Nigga, let me tell ya ho you fucked up with the wrong click
Turn yo volume up and listen closely to this gansta bitch
While you out there fackin on them jacks man we comin up
Smokin on them sweets filled with ink, gettin real buck
Talkin all that shit, moviemaker i must say you are
Nationwide, shit, on yo ass, ho we movin far
Not buyin that shit, prophet posse, triple fuckin 6
Smilin, clownin, upside down and frownin back up out our shit
Mrs. lady gangsta boo just had to let you know
Closin up the chapter, trick that's after, bitch that's all she wrote
Chorus (4x): triple triple fuckin 6 in ya face gotcha shakin
Just my thugs from pro-prophet the posse
I'll give em a reason to duck
[juicy j]
These niggas be playa hatin and runnin they fuckin mouth
Then get in the studio and that's al
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Where ya been
All of my life
I need ya bad
I've been searchin' for ya
That good ol' stuff
I can't get enough
You know I've been yoanin' (yearnin') for ya
Call me a drunkie that's wrong
Don't play it instead of rich bone
Young son that's full of that come
We needs a one and a one
I gotta get'cha what ever it takes
Gotta hit your bis o
Soon as I flake
i take you how ever you might be
Pack dollar pill away
You know you got me feelin' good
Drop top down up in through the hood
Ask me about a whole key
And man I tell ya I wish I could
It's all goody-good
I think enough
Still like screamin' on after none
Give me that razor that plate the lazer man
I need my medicine
That pulles me oh some nice and slow
Get him some stand lookin' out the door
Better get ready for all night
You know how we wanna moan and blow
Escence up the blessin'
Keep me puzzled like enigma
My partner put me down
Where I start pound
The cop is cheaper
My smoke and flows like mystical music
And know someone screamin' is chiefa
On Holloween
I pass it out to all the trick or treaters
in 1999 them little is will come through for you bombers
So now Lord Infamous blessin' I was sitting bull
And poke the hunters
Smoke out your lungs
And powder your nose
We grabbin' big bitches
Or sometimes we kick it
We breakin' the season
We breakin' our streets in
We breakin' out sick cause I make em' up stick
Triple 6 Mafia gettin' so rowdy because we are out of this atmosphere
Without the smoke hit eyes
So blury blur vision and tears
Kaze on the right, on the left, to the rear
Scarecrow me keyed plus
The smoke fly
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Oh yeah, y'all know what time it is
Tear the club up boys back up in this motherfucker
Y'all know what time it is, we gettin' it crunk for the motherfuckin' '97'
biiootch
Y'all can't handle this motherfuckin' shit
It's on for the '97 motherfucker
Nine nickel in two pennies
Ain't no toms was a nigga words clearly biiootch
We finna do this motherfuckin' shit like thiis...
[Koopsta Knicca]
I ain't rollin' oxy fours, come and go I'm lookin' for
Bustin' through the cut with the skeemask on you funky hoes
Wood grain chevy thangs, hearin' (...?...) boomerangs
Burbon with that (..?..) mane, with the gear mane, I ain't playin'
I'm insane gone get you with that killin'
Murder, death, kill now I'm flexin' in your lexus
Stretch me if you wanna, gonna, follow around the corner
Then I holler at your women, turn the fire (.....?.....)
Foolish ass punk, makin' noise in my trunk
Tryin' to get his ass hurt, in the them curbs and them speed bumps
Thump, thump, thump, finna get him can you feel me
Three for my pump, in the destine in the meanin'
Itchin' for a killin' nigga for I kill a man
Didn't want to hit'em, but that bitch kept playin' with mine
As I tried to stop'em, but he kept on runnin' low
Killin' his ass before he got to the door
Chorus 2x
[Lord Infamous]
Nigga's up in the (..?..) wait till Lord Infamous kick in the door
So just ever your way wipe the crest of your feet on the floor
So get ultra and buck in this hoe
Bitches get (...?...)cause it's going down right about now
Tearin' and riot (?) cause we comin' straight from the rowdy ass south
Crank up this bitch, shake like a natural disaster, ear
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(Chorus)
Get buck muthafucka get buck
Get buck muthafucka get buck
Get buck muthafucka get buck
Get buck muthafucka get buck
Get buck muthafucka get buck
Get buck muthafucka get buck
Get buck muthafucka get buck
Get buck muthafucka get buck
(Juicy J)
Yeah 1991 DJ Juicy J
Strikes again
All never turn my back on my city
Since the neighborhoods
Yeah the neighborhoods
Here we go
Here we go
North Memphis
South Memphis
West Wood
Orange Mound
Clabirant homes
Dixie homes
McNeil County
Speedy Henry
Watkins and Brown
German Town
Mid Town
Foot homes
Big Hampt
Collage Park
Hyde Park
Evergreen
Smoky City
Ridge Grove
Ridge Chris
Major Hights
South Paw
Third Ward
Corner Village
Black Haven
New Chicago
Springdale
Hollywood
Frasier
Yeah in the house
In the house
Yeah we gonna call out a few schools
All the high schools
North Side
South Side
East High
Melrose
(Chorus)- (DJ Paul)
We up all night (we hip, we hip)
We high off that white
We smokin that weed (we hip, we hip)
Them eyes be tight
We drinkin them fifths (we hip, we hip)
We pimpin a bitch
Our grills are gold (we hip, we hip)
Our nose be (sniff)
We carried them glocks (we hip, we hip)
Our hustle is rocks
Consumers or junkies (we hip, we hip)
The blockies I start
If smaller or bigger (we hip, we hip)
We drinkin them triggers
Cause everybody wanna be a gangsta nigga
(DJ Paul)
I can't stand a sorry nigga tryna act like he tough
When he at the D&D he wanna act like he buff
On the parking lot he becking tryna act like he stuck
Showing out in front of hoes tryna act like he cut
If it's money lookin funny he goin act like he must
Tell his boys he made a stain meaning act like he bust
On a nigga on dem things meaning act like he touch
Said he missed em when he shot meaning act like he ducked
Met a super bad bitch he wanna act like he fucked
Said he got the chewing first he wanna act like she sucked
Ridin other niggas Rovers tryna act like his truck
Selling other niggas dope tryna act like his stuff
On them heavy niggas dick you better act like you up
He just a fagot pussy whip you better act like enough
Just because he just a lemon he a act like he us
Fallen weak for chicken women nigga act like you rough
(Chorus)
(Project Pat)
Triple six we don't like you hoes
And you know we quick to ";blop blop";
We quick big creeping up foes foes
And you know we keepin that ";glock glock";
We stayin riding in dem Chevvys
And you know and our pain is ";flip flop";
We walkin right dead on your porch
And you know we ain't goin ";knock knock";
You bitches better ca
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?Scream?-
How can you have faith in a god
That can not even control creation
How can he lead you to salvation
There is no hope in chaos-only
Welcome to the other side of reality
And this is your eternity (eternity)
(Juicy-J)
The end of the world
I can see it comin'
So I pack my nine millimeters and I start
Huntin'
For these niggas that talk shit
Man these hoes will never quit until ya
Leave'em hangin' from a tree or thrown
In a ditch
Which one of you
Niggas think you really got them guts
To walk up to his house, knock on his door
Let'em feel the buck shots of a 12 gauge
Backed up by an A-K
Fore you go to bed at night you bitches
Better kneel and pray
Cause when it's business
We takin' care our business
I'm cappin' on any punk witness
Or any foo wanna get in it
Man this shit is real
Not them stories you put in your raps
Not even that bullshit you talk behind
A nigga back
Let me make it simple and plain
Run up and you'll get your brains-blown
To the side of the curb with that plastic
Thang-thang meaning glock 19
With the 20 clip
You don't wanna fuck with this
You don't wanna fuck with this
Chorus x4
Therefore all you clicks, and you clans
And you crews
Fuckin',fuckin' with this click
And we gon' bring it to your ass
(Koopsta Knicca)
Man for a pety crime I swear I'll die
Before I do some time
Bitch the Koopsta massive when I murder
With the muthafuckin' plastic nine
Corpses that we tortured in the chevy
Voices won't let me rest
Could this be the end yet
Or a message sent from Satan (nigga omens)
They open the gat
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Chorus 1:
[Juicy ";J'']
If you ain't claiming G-D
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
If you ain't claiming V-L
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
If you ain't claiming Crips Thin
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
If you ain't claiming Bloods Thin
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
If you ain't B-A-Z
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
If you ain't claiming North Memphis
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
If you ain't claiming Orange Mound
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
If you ain't claiming hal park
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
[Lord Infamous] (Scarecrow)
Bitch we are entertainers
we warfare trainers
we ain't gangbangers
but we will make you famous
I show you falling hoes
I show you slippin' slopes
I show you swiss I knows
I dangling from the rows
you top that tokeo
up in the studio
but in the streets they ho
you cool they diff but so...
But if he eat the coke
and wanna go for broke
let's get them guns out ho, I thank you fucking former ho !
[D.J. Paul]
I can fight this nigga
I can whoop this nigga
I can (Gun loading) (Gun Shots)
BOOM! With the trigger
I can rob this boy, I can mob this boy
I can call a fucking killer, do a job on this boy
I can make this fool, I can rape this fool
I can get them off my five o-clock or ten o-clock news
I can lend a helping hand
I can be your fucking friend
I can leave his body stankin' in a croquer garbage can
Chorus 2:
If you ain't claiming Hollywood
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
If you ain't claiming Rucka Home
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
If you ain't claiming Foot Home
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
If you ain't claiming Russell Simmons
(FUCK Y'ALL HOES)
If you ain't claiming Smokey City
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(Juicy J)
Fuck that nigga and his whole damn neighborhood
Let me make one motherfuckin thing understood
In my hood a couple of you niggaz try to sell out, tell out
Now you know don't have to make me take my scope out
And when I do that
I'm a aim then fuck ya
Solid in my face all mayn
I'm a busta
Cap in yo ass
That's for fuckin with me nigga
I know that you a hoe
And now I heard you clamin killa
A killa is a nigga who will look you in the eye
Put tha pistol in your face
And let the pistol meet the fly
But I don't think so
You betta not try
I'm throwin out guns like a kamikaze pilot
My eyelid is raised and I got u in focus
What you wanna faze all you punk ass jokers
I hope this
Lesson motherfuckers gonna teach you
I got 6 slugs and they all wanna beat you
(Chorus)
Follow that nigga
Follow that nigga
Follow that nigga
Bling bling bling
Fuck this shit
Follow that nigga
Follow that nigga
Follow that nigga
Bling bling bling bling
Fuck this shit
(Juicy J)
Fuck you nigga
And you know just who I'm talkin bout
Livin on that other side
And you crossed a nigga out
I'm about my home
When it comes to stayin down
Use to be my road dogg
Now you just another clown
Hangin round you
