Three 6 Mafia - Put Ya Signs lyrics

[Hook: x2] Put ya sign in his face, gang sign in his face Put ya sign in his face, gang sign in his face Make them n***as fight, what make them hoes fight Make them n***as fight, what make them hoes fight [Gangsta Boo] If you b**hes ain't scared put a b**h 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 f** I thought you knew Put my sign up in ya face Leave ya stape without a trace You ain't buck 'cause b**h I saw ya stankin' a** yesterday Talk ya ? hoe ya ? 'cause I'm comin' in the crowd boy With n***as and I'm out slammin' b**hes to the ground [Lord Infamous] I see ya from the stage ya angry face is fighting in the corner Full of marijuana n***as in the middle in a trauma While they throwin 'bo's they snatchin' hoes that stuck in a coma Any thick lil' fine b**h come on through a n***a 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 n***a shootin' runnin to the Rover n***as catchin the heat from slugs Negroes gettin trampled over [Hook x 2] [Juicy J] Now I got you b**hes hot Platinum out and on the spot Mad becuase they take your cell So they stop at slangin rocks Bring yo a** to North Memphis k**as hang and n***as 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 n***a 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 n***a f** what you end, who you clean, and f** ya friend [DJ Paul] n***a you claimin set, throwin', showin' signs You ain't no one look inside your face is plain as day Another hoe is showin' b**h I'm down with the same game you claim but I will f** you up Hoe it ain't the same off in them flames I don't give a f** Put some in your liver you so ? in the studio n***a all but the liver watch you run like b**h 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 [Hook] [Koopsta Knicca] 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 sh** could fight up all night with mo henny wait that's how I (breath) Do you feel it? Is it rare? Smack that b**h up with that chair When you see me over there Raise your hands up in the air 'Cause b**h this ain't no Rosewood n***a take another round Slipped up, chopped up, f**ed, lights out [Crunchy Black] Claim where I claim, hang where I hang Burn where I burn, n***a ain't no thing Do what I do, hanging with my crew (What, what, what, what) n***a I thought you knew Ain't no hood, throwin our sets Me f**ing more n***a no disrespect Get out our way, gun will spray Easy come n***a anyday [Hook until fade]