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Put Ya Signs - Three 6 Mafia

Written by：Paul Beauregard/Jordan Houston

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

If you b**ches ain't scared

Put a b**ch 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 f**k I thought you knew

Put my sign up in ya face

Leave ya stape without a trace

You ain't buck cause b**ch

I saw ya stankin' a** yesterday

Tuck ya chain ho ya

Cause I'm comin' in the crowd boy

With niggas and I'm out slammin' b**ches to the ground

I see ya from the stage ya angry face

Is fighting in the corner

Full of m*******a niggas in the middle in a trauma

While they throwin' 'bo's they snatchin' hoes

That stuck in a coma

Any thick lil' fine b**ch come on

Through a ni**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 gettin' dumb

Cars are barrelin' through the ni**a

Shootin' runnin' to the Rover

Niggas catchin' the heat from slugs

Negroes gettin' trampled over

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

Now I got you b**ches hot

Platinum out and on the spot

Mad because they take your cell

So they stop at slangin' rocks

Bring yo a** to North Memphis

Killas hang and niggas pimpin'

Playas on them cards flippin'

Choppin d**e up in the kitchen

And I always keep it real

Way before a record deal

So my ni**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

Ni**a f**k what ya end

Who ya clean and f**k ya friend

Ni**a you claimin' set throwin' showin' signs

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

Another ho is showin'

B**ch I'm down with the same game you claim

But I will f**k you up

Ho it ain't the same off in them flames

I don't give a f**k

Put some in your liver you so trill in the studio

Ni**a all but the liver watch you

Run like b**ch 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

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

Hey don't call me for sweet songs

Ain't no funky my recare

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*t could fight up all night with mo henny wait

That's how I

Do you feel it

Is it rare

Smack that b**ch up with that chair

When you see me over there

Raise your hands up in the air

Cause b**ch this ain't no Rosewood

Ni**a take another round

Slipped up chopped up f**ked lights out

Claim where I claim hang where I hang

Burn where I burn ni**a ain't no thing

Do what I do hanging with my crew

What what what what

Ni**a I thought you knew

Ain't no hood throwin' our sets

Me f**kin' more ni**a no disrespect

Get out our way gun will spray

Easy come ni**a 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