Released: November 4, 1997

Songwriter: Juicy J DJ Paul Koopsta Knicca Lord Infamous Crunchy Black Gangsta Boo

Producer: Juicy J DJ Paul

[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

[Verse 2: Lord Infamous]
Three 6 Mafia, Prophet Posse, Killa Kaze with the shotties
Leave your chest cavity sloppy and the autopsy all snotty
And I can't help but notice all your pain
When the mobsters got that clappin', clappin', clappin'
On them thangs man
We hear the gunshots ricochet rang diggy dang
Got a shirt full of brains and it looks kind of insane
I, Scarecrow with mystical styles, niggas are getting buckwild
Look at security files
Bodies are stacked up in piles
You wanna fuck with me player?
First you must say a lil' prayer
Ask the nigga over there
Dead up in my Frigidaire
Niggas are all actin' (??)
Grow up actin' now fight
Infamous buckin' all night
Burn in the afterlife

[Chorus x2]
Gunclaps, we hear the gunclaps
The rowdy gunclaps the bloody gunclaps

[Crunchy Blac]
Slip, slide come and take a ride
To my fuckin' stash pot
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]
Gunclaps, we hear the gunclaps
The rowdy gunclaps the bloody gunclaps

Three 6 Mafia

Three 6 Mafia, originally known as Backyard Posse and Triple 6 Mafia, is an incredibly influential hardcore rap group from Memphis, Tennessee. Started in 1991 by Juicy J, D.J. Paul, and Lord Infamous—who died in 2013—Crunchy Black, Gangsta Boo, and Koopsta Knicca have all been part of the Mafia.

Mystic Stylez, their 1995 debut album, inspired a lo-fi Horrorcore movement in the 2010’s; SpaceGhostPurrp, Denzel Curry, $UICIDEBOY$, and A$AP Rocky all were influenced by Mystic Stylez dark sound.

The Mafia is also known for coining the term “crunk,” a style of music famous for heavy basslines and shouted vocals.