Lyrics Put Ya Signs - Three 6 Mafia
Three
6 Mafia
"Put
Ya
Signs"
When
The
Smoke
Clears
Sixty
6,
Sixty
1,
Deciphered
by
Cadillac
Escalade
Chorus
2X
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
aint
scared
punt
a
bitch
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
fuck
i
thought
you
knew,
Put
my
sign
up
in
your
face,
leave
ya
stank
without
a
trace,
You
aint
buck
bitch
i
saw
your
stankin
ass
yesterday,
Tuck
your
chain,
hold
your
weave
cuz
im
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
Repeat
Chorus
2X
Juicy
J
Now
i
got
you
bitches
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
fuck
what
your
in,
whose
your
kind,
and
fuck
yo
friends
DJ
Paul
Nigga
you
claimin
sett
throwin,
showing
signs,
you
aint
knowin
Look
inside,
your
face
is
plain
as
day,
and
no
hoe
will
show
it,
Bitch
im
down
with
the
same
gang
you
claim
but
i
will
fuck
you
up,
Hoe
it
aint
the
same
off
in
them
thangs,
i
dont
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
Repeat
Chorus
Koopsta
Knicca
Nigga
callin
on
some
songs
aint
no
fun
on
my
weekend,
Aint
no
fuckin
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
bitch
up
with
that
chair,
When
you
see
me
over
there
raise
your
hands
up
in
the
air,
Fuck
this,
this
aint
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
aint
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
dont
disrespect,
Get
in
our
way,
guns
will
spray,
ez
come
nigga
anyday
Repeat
Chorus
Til
Fade
1 Sippin On Some Syrup
2 Late Nite Tip
3 Ridin Spinners
4 Ridin Spinners
5 Sippin On Some Syrup
6 Tear Da Club Up '97
7 Hit a Muthafucka
8 Slob on My Nob
9 Who Run It
10 Azz & Tittiez
11 Squeeze It
12 Hypnotize Cash Money
13 2-Way Freak (feat. La Chat)
14 Baby Mama (feat. La Chat)
15 2-Way Freak
16 Baby Mama
17 Put Ya Signs
18 Tongue Ring
19 Testin My Gangsta
20 Let Me Hit That
21 Don't Turn Around
22 Let Me Hit That
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