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​Put Ya Signs

This song is by Three 6 Mafia and appears on the album When the Smoke Clears: Sixty 6, Sixty 1 (2000).

Three 6 Mafia
"Put Ya Signs"
When The Smoke Clears Sixty 6, Sixty 1,
Deciphered by Cadillac Escalade

Put ya sign in they face, gang sign in they face,
Put ya sign in they face, gang sign in they 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 punt 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 your face, leave ya stank without a trace,
You ain't buck bitch I saw your stankin ass yesterday,
Tuck your chain, hold your weave 'cause I'm comin' in the crowd,
Bo'in niggas in the mouth, slammin' bitches to the ground

Lord Infamous
I see them from the stage, angry faces fighting in the corner,
Full of marijuana, niggas in the middle in a trauma,
While they throwin' bo's they snatching hoes, they stalkin in a coma,
Any thick or fine bitch come on through a nigga all up on a,
Some trick done got mad, and ran to the wagon grabbed the 12 gauge pump,
Probly full of numby numb, that coke and rum and getting dumb,
Guards are bailin through the niggas shootin, runnin' to the rover,
Niggas catchin heat from slugs, niggas gettin' trampled over, clubs buck as a
Muthafucka

Juicy J
Now I got you bitches hot, platinum mouthin on the spot,
Mad because they tapes don't sell, so they start that slangin rocks,
Bring your ass to north memphis, killas hangin', niggas pimpin',
Playas on them cards flippin, choppin dope up in the kitchen,
Anna always keep it real, way before a record deal,
So nigga don't hate on me 'cause juicy j be gettin' his mills,
Clean that mug up off your face unless you wanna catch that case,
Nigga fuck what you're in, whose your kind, and fuck yo friends

DJ Paul
Nigga you claimin sett throwin', showing signs, you ain't knowin'
Look inside, your face is plain as day, and no hoe will show it,
Bitch I'm down with the same gang you claim but I will fuck you up,
Hoe it ain't the same off in them thangs, I don't give a fuck,
Put some in your liver, so chillin' when in the studio,
Nigga hot in the liver watch you run like a bitch, hoe still I bet you know,
Packin automatics for that static that you stressin punk,
Acting like you want some of that 6, but you scared to jump

Koopsta Knicca
Nigga callin on some songs ain't no fun on my weekend,
Ain't no fuckin' smilin' faces, ain't no friends up on this man,
It's the fizz that keeps me cool, should security bring the news,
Should I fight all night, anyway that's how I pay my dues,
Do you feel it is it there, smack that bitch up with that chair,
When you see me over there raise your hands up in the air,
Fuck this, this ain't no rosewood, nigga take another route,
Slit up, chopped up, buck, lights out

Crunchy Blac
Claim what I claim, hang where I hang,
Bang what I bang, nigga ain't no thang,
Do what I do, hangin' with my crew,
Nigga I thought you knew,
In your hood, throwin' our setts,
Mean fuckin' mug, nigga don't disrespect,
Get in our way, guns will spray, ez come nigga anyday

Repeat Chorus Till Fade