โหลดเพลง mp3 Put Ya Signs (Explicit) - Three 6 Mafia

Put Ya Signs - Three 6 Mafia
Written by：Paul Beauregard/Jordan Houston
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

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
If you b**ches ain't scared
Put a b**ch right to the floor
Tell her she belong below under shoes
Where roaches go
Ho I'm ready if you ready
Tell me what you wanna do
To the lovely Gangsta Boo
Buck as f**k I thought you knew
Put my sign up in ya face
Leave ya stape without a trace
You ain't buck cause b**ch
I saw ya stankin' a** yesterday
Tuck ya chain ho ya
Cause I'm comin' in the crowd boy
With niggas and I'm out slammin' b**ches to the ground
I see ya from the stage ya angry face
Is fighting in the corner
Full of m*******a niggas in the middle in a trauma
While they throwin' 'bo's they snatchin' hoes
That stuck in a coma
Any thick lil' fine b**ch come on
Through a ni**a 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 gettin' dumb
Cars are barrelin' through the ni**a
Shootin' runnin' to the Rover
Niggas catchin' the heat from slugs
Negroes gettin' trampled over
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
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
Now I got you b**ches hot
Platinum out and on the spot
Mad because they take your cell
So they stop at slangin' rocks
Bring yo a** to North Memphis
Killas hang and niggas pimpin'
Playas on them cards flippin'
Choppin d**e up in the kitchen
And I always keep it real
Way before a record deal
So my ni**a 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
Ni**a f**k what ya end
Who ya clean and f**k ya friend
Ni**a you claimin' set throwin' showin' signs
You ain't no one look inside your face is plain as day
Another ho is showin'
B**ch I'm down with the same game you claim
But I will f**k you up
Ho it ain't the same off in them flames
I don't give a f**k
Put some in your liver you so trill in the studio
Ni**a all but the liver watch you
Run like b**ch 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
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
Hey don't call me for sweet songs
Ain't no funky my recare
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
Do you feel it
Is it rare
Smack that b**ch up with that chair
When you see me over there
Raise your hands up in the air
Cause b**ch this ain't no Rosewood
Ni**a take another round
Slipped up chopped up f**ked lights out
Claim where I claim hang where I hang
Burn where I burn ni**a ain't no thing
Do what I do hanging with my crew
What what what what
Ni**a I thought you knew
Ain't no hood throwin' our sets
Me f**kin' more ni**a no disrespect
Get out our way gun will spray
Easy come ni**a any day
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