Three 6 Mafia - Put Ya Signs Lyrics
Three 6 mafiaPut ya signsWhen the smoke clears sixty 6,sixty 1,Deciphered by cadillac escaladeChorus 2xPut 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 fightMake them niggas fight,what? !? !? ,make them hoes fightGangsta booIf you *****es aint scared punt a ***** right to the floor,Tell her she belong below under shoes where roaches go,Hoe Im ready if you ready tell me what you wanna do,To the lovely gangsta boo, buck as ***** I thought you knew,Put my sign up in your face,leave ya stank without a trace,You aint buck ***** I saw your stankin ass yesterday,Tuck your chain,hold your weave cuz Im comin in the crowd,Boin niggas in the mouth,slammin *****es to the groundLord infamousI see them from the stage,angry faces fighting in the corner,Full of marijuana,niggas in the middle in a trauma,While they throwin bos they snatching hoes,they stalkin in a coma,Any thick or fine ***** 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 aMutha*****aRepeat chorus 2xJuicy jNow I got you *****es hot, platinum mouthin on the spot,Mad because they tapes dont 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 dont hate on me cuz juicy j be gettin his mills,Clean that mug up off your face unless you wanna catch that case,Nigga ***** what your in,whose your kind,and ***** yo friendsDj paulNigga you claimin sett throwin,showing signs,you aint knowinLook inside,your face is plain as day,and no hoe will show it,***** Im down with the same gang you claim but I will ***** you up,Hoe it aint the same off in them thangs, I dont give a *****,Put some in your liver,so chillin when in the studio,Nigga hot in the liver watch you run like a *****,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 jumpRepeat chorusKoopsta kniccaNigga callin on some songs aint no fun on my weekend,Aint no *****in smilin faces, aint no friends up on this man,Its the fizz that keeps me cool,should security bring the news,Should I fight all night,anyway thats how I pay my dues,Do you feel it is it there,smack that ***** up with that chair,When you see me over there raise your hands up in the air,***** this, this aint no rosewood,nigga take another route,Slit up,chopped up, buck, lights outCrunchy blacClaim what I claim,hang where I hang,Bang what I bang,nigga aint no thang,Do what I do,hangin with my crew,Nigga I thought you knew,In your hood,throwin our setts,Mean *****in mug,nigga dont disrespect,Get in our way,guns will spray, ez come nigga anydayRepeat chorus til fade
