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Three 6 Mafia

Put Ya Signs

 

Put Ya Signs

(album: When The Smoke Clears... Sixty 6 Sixty 1 - 2000)


Put ya sign in his face, gang sign in his face
Put ya sign in his face, gang sign in his face
Make them niggas fight, what make them hoes fight
Make them niggas fight, what make them hoes fight

Put ya sign in his face, gang sign in his face
Put ya sign in his face, gang sign in his face
Make them niggas fight, what make them hoes fight
Make them niggas fight, what make them hoes fight

[Gangsta Boo:]
If you bitches ain't scared put a bitch right to the floor
Tell her she belong below under shoes where roaches go
Ho I'm ready if you ready tell me what you wanna do
To the lovely Gangsta Boo, buck as fuck I thought you knew
Put my sign up in ya face, leave ya state without a trace
You ain't buck cause bitch I saw ya stanking ass yesterday
Tuck ya chain, hold yo weave cause I'm coming in the crowd boy
With niggas and I'm out slamming bitches to the ground

[Lord Infamous:]
I see ya from the stage, ya angry face is fighting in the corner
Full of marijuana, niggas in the middle in a trauma
While they throwing 'bo's they snatching hoes, they stomp ya in a coma
Any thick lil' fine bitch come on through a nigga all up on her
Some trick done got mad and ran to the wagon and grabbed a 12 gauge pump
Probably full of that numby numb that coke and rum and getting dumb
Cars are barreling through, the nigga shooting running to the Rover
Niggas catching the heat from slugs, negroes getting trampled over
Clubs is a motherfucker

Put ya sign in his face, gang sign in his face
Put ya sign in his face, gang sign in his face
Make them niggas fight, what make them hoes fight
Make them niggas fight, what make them hoes fight

Put ya sign in his face, gang sign in his face
Put ya sign in his face, gang sign in his face
Make them niggas fight, what make them hoes fight
Make them niggas fight, what make them hoes fight

[Juicy J:]
Now I got you bitches hot
Platinum out and on the spot
Mad because they take your cell
So they stop at slanging rocks
Bring yo ass to North Memphis
Killas hang and niggas pimping
Playas on them cards flipping
Choppin dope up in the kitchen
And I always keep it real
Way before a record deal
So my nigga don't hate on me cause Juicy J be gettin his mills
Clean that mug from off ya face unless you want a casket case
Nigga fuck what ya in, who ya kin, and fuck ya friend

[DJ Paul:]
Nigga you claimin set, throwing, showing signs, you ain't no one
Look inside your face is plain as day, another ho is showing
Bitch I'm down with the same gang you claim but I will fuck you up
Ho it ain't the same off in a flames, I don't give a fuck
Put some in your liver, you so killer when in the studio
Nigga I'ma deliver watch you run like bitch was stealers that I bet you know
Packing automatics for that static that you stressing punk
Acting like you want some but it seems you scared to jump

Put ya sign in his face, gang sign in his face
Put ya sign in his face, gang sign in his face
Make them niggas fight, what make them hoes fight
Make them niggas fight, what make them hoes fight

Put ya sign in his face, gang sign in his face
Put ya sign in his face, gang sign in his face
Make them niggas fight, what make them hoes fight
Make them niggas fight, what make them hoes fight

[Koopsta Knicca:]
Hey don't call me for sweet songs
Ain't no fun on my weekend
Ain't no fucking smiling faces
Ain't no grins up on this man
It's the things that keeps me cool
Social security breaking news
Shit Koop fight 'em all night on that Henny
Wait that's how I pay my dues
Do you feel it? Is it rare?
Smack that bitch up with that chair
When you see me over there
Raise your hands up in the air
Cause bitch this ain't no Rosewood
Niggas take another round
Slipped up, chopped up, fucked, lights out

[Crunchy Black:]
Claim what I claim, hang where I hang
Bang what I bang, nigga ain't no thing
Do what I do, hanging with my crew
(What, what, what, what) nigga I thought you knew
In yo hood, throwing our sets
Mean fucking mug nigga no disrespect
Get in our way, guns will spray
Easy come nigga any day

Put ya sign in his face, gang sign in his face
Put ya sign in his face, gang sign in his face
Make them niggas fight, what make them hoes fight
Make them niggas fight, what make them hoes fight

Put ya sign in his face, gang sign in his face
Put ya sign in his face, gang sign in his face
Make them niggas fight, what make them hoes fight
Make them niggas fight, what make them hoes fight

done

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