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Three 6 Mafia When The Smoke Clears Put Ya Signs [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 niggas fight, what make them hoes fight Make them niggas fight, what make them hoes fight [Gangsta Boo] If you bitches ain't scared put 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 ya face Leave ya stape without a trace You ain't buck 'cause bitch I saw ya stankin' ass yesterday Talk ya ? hoe ya ? 'cause I'm comin' in the crowd boy With niggas and I'm out slammin' bitches to the ground [Lord Infamous] I see ya from the stage ya angry face is fighting in the corner Full of marijuana niggas in the middle in a trauma While they throwin 'bo's they snatchin' hoes that stuck in a coma Any thick lil' fine bitch come on through a nigga 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 nigga shootin' runnin to the Rover Niggas catchin the heat from slugs Negroes gettin trampled over [Hook x 2] [Juicy J] Now I got you bitches hot Platinum out and on the spot Mad becuase they take your cell So they stop at slangin rocks Bring yo ass to North Memphis Killas hang and niggas 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 nigga 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 Nigga fuck what you end, who you clean, and fuck ya friend [DJ Paul] Nigga you claimin set, throwin', showin' signs You ain't no one look inside your face is plain as day Another hoe is showin' Bitch I'm down with the same game you claim but I will fuck you up Hoe it ain't the same off in them flames I don't give a fuck Put some in your liver you so ? in the studio Nigga all but the liver watch you run like bitch 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 Shit could fight up all night with mo henny wait that's how I (breath) Do you feel it? Is it rare? Smack that bitch up with that chair When you see me over there Raise your hands up in the air 'Cause bitch this ain't no Rosewood Nigga take another round Slipped up, chopped up, fucked, lights out [Crunchy Black] Claim where I claim, hang where I hang Burn where I burn, nigga ain't no thing Do what I do, hanging with my crew (What, what, what, what) nigga I thought you knew Ain't no hood, throwin our sets Me fucking more nigga no disrespect Get out our way, gun will spray Easy come nigga anyday [Hook until fade] |
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