Put Ya Signs - Three 6 Mafia

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

If you bitches ain’t scared put a bitch right to the floor

Tell her she belong below under shoes where roaches go Hoe 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 stape without a trace

You ain’t buck 'cause bitch I saw ya stankin’ass yesterday

Talk ya?

hoe ya?

'cause I’m comin’in the crowd boy

With niggas and I’m out slammin’bitches to the ground

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 throwin 'bo's they snatchin’hoes that stuck 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 barrelin’through the nigga shootin’runnin to the Rover

Niggas catchin the heat from slugs

Negroes gettin trampled over

Now I got you bitches hot

Platinum out and on the spot

Mad becuase they take your cell

So they stop at slangin rocks

Bring yo ass to North Memphis

Killas hang and niggas pimpin

Playas on them cards flippin

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 bills

Clean that mug from off ya face unless you want a casket case

Nigga fuck what you end, who you clean, and fuck ya friend

Nigga you claimin set, throwin', showin’signs

You ain’t no one look inside your face is plain as day

Another hoe is showin'

Bitch I’m down with the same game you claim but I will fuck you up Hoe it ain’t the same off in them flames I don’t give a fuck

Put some in your liver you so?

in the studio

Nigga all but the liver watch you run like bitch was stealers that I let you

know

Packing automatics full of that static that you stressin’for

Actin’like you want some but it seems you scared to go Hey don’t call me for sweet songs

Ain’t no?

Ain’t no funky smilin’faces

Ain’t no grins up on this man

It’s the?

that keeps me cool

Social security breaking news

Shit could fight up all night with mo henny wait that’s how I (breath)

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

Nigga take another round

Slipped up, chopped up, fucked, lights out

Claim where I claim, hang where I hang

Burn where I burn, nigga ain’t no thing

Do what I do, hanging with my crew

(What, what, what, what) nigga I thought you knew

Ain’t no hood, throwin our sets

Me fucking more nigga no disrespect

Get out our way, gun will spray

Easy come nigga anyday