Put Ya Signs

[Intro] Mane, I can't play out here with the Six Got me out here worrying, shit it's crazy, mayne They're going crazy, aw shit, mane, look out! Oh, hi, this is Betha Roberts coming to you live For a club D-E-A-D, they just closed the door down for the last time Once again, it shows that black people cannot be in the same spot when they get into a fight If we don't stop the violence, we will never be able to party after twelve 'Cause the only thing only out at the twelve, Tear da club up and some legs I wish we could all just try it some way, please listen, y'all [Hook: DJ Paul & Gangsta Boo] 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 [Verse 1: Gangsta Boo] If you bitches ain't scared put a bitch right to the flo' 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 state without a trace You ain't buck 'cause bitch I saw ya stankin' ass yesterday Tuck ya chain, hold yo' weave 'cause I'm comin' in the crowd Buck with niggas and I'm out slammin' bitches to the ground [Verse 2: 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' elbows, they snatchin' hoes, they stomp ya 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 gettin' dumb Cars are barrelin' through, the nigga shootin', runnin' to the Rover Niggas catchin' the heat from slugs, negroes gettin' trampled over Clubs is a motherfucker [Hook: DJ Paul & Gangsta Boo] 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 [Verse 3: Juicy J] Now I got you bitches hot, platinum out and on the spot Mad because 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 mills Clean that mug from off ya face unless you want a casket case Nigga fuck what ya in, who ya kin, and fuck ya friend [Verse 4: 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 gang you claim, but I will fuck you up Hoe it ain't the same off in a flames, I don't give a fuck Put some in your liver, you're so killer when in the studio Nigga, I'ma deliver watch you run like bitch was stealers that I bet you know Packing automatics for that static that you stressin' punk Actin' like you want some, but it seems you're scared to jump [Hook: DJ Paul & Gangsta Boo] 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 [Verse 5: Koopsta Knicca] Hey, don't call me for sweet songs, ain't no fun on my weekend Ain't no fuckin' smilin' faces, ain't no grins up on this man It's the things that keeps me cool, social security bringin' news Shit, Koop fight 'em all night on that Henny, wait, that's how I pay my dues 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, niggas take another round Slipped up, chopped up, fucked, lights out [Verse 6: Crunchy Black] Claim what I claim, hang where I hang Bang what I bang, nigga ain't no thang Do what I do, hanging with my crew (What? What? What? What?) Nigga I thought you knew In yo hood, throwin' our sets Mean fuckin' mug nigga no disrespect Get in our way, guns will spray Easy come nigga any day [Hook: DJ Paul & Gangsta Boo] 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