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triple 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-gg-s fight, what make them hoes fight
make them n-gg-s fight, what make them hoes fight

[gangsta boo]
if you b-tches ain’t scared put a b-tch 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-ck i thought you knew
put my sign up in ya face
leave ya stape without a trace
you ain’t buck ’cause b-tch i saw ya stankin’ -ss yesterday
talk ya? hoe ya? ’cause i’m comin’ in the crowd boy
with n-gg-s and i’m out slammin’ b-tches to the ground

[lord infamous]
i see ya from the stage ya angry face is fighting in the corner
full of marijuana n-gg-s in the middle in a trauma
while they throwin ‘bo’s they sn-tchin’ hoes that stuck in a coma
any thick lil’ fine b-tch come on through a n-gg- 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 c-ke and rum and getting dumb
cars are barrelin’ through the n-gg- shootin’ runnin to the rover
n-gg-s catchin the heat from slugs
negroes gettin trampled over

[hook x 2]

[juicy j]
now i got you b-tches hot
platinum out and on the spot
mad becuase they take your cell
so they stop at slangin rocks
bring yo -ss to north memphis
killas hang and n-gg-s 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-gg- 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-gg- f-ck what you end, who you clean, and f-ck ya friend

[dj paul]
n-gg- you claimin set, throwin’, showin’ signs
you ain’t no one look inside your face is plain as day
another hoe is showin’
b-tch i’m down with the same game you claim but i will f-ck you up
hoe it ain’t the same off in them flames i don’t give a f-ck
put some in your liver you so? in the studio
n-gg- all but the liver watch you run like b-tch 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-t could fight up all night with mo henny wait that’s how i (breath)
do you feel it? is it rare?
smack that b-tch up with that chair
when you see me over there
raise your hands up in the air
’cause b-tch this ain’t no rosewood
n-gg- take another round
slipped up, chopped up, f-cked, lights out

[crunchy black]
claim where i claim, hang where i hang
burn where i burn, n-gg- ain’t no thing
do what i do, hanging with my crew
(what, what, what, what) n-gg- i thought you knew
ain’t no hood, throwin our sets
me f-cking more n-gg- no disrespect
get out our way, gun will spray
easy come n-gg- anyday

[hook until fade]

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