[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
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