Put Ya Signs Lyrics - Three 6 Mafia

Three 6 Mafia When the Smoke Clears: Sixty 6, Sixty 1 cover art
writers: Jordan Houston, Paul D. Beauregard
release date: 2000-6-13
length: 4:11
[Chorus: 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 *****s fight, what make them hoes fight
Make them *****s fight, what make them hoes fight

If you *****es ain't scared put a ***** 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 want to do
To the lovely Gangsta Boo, buck as **** I thought you knew
Put my sign up in ya face
Leave ya stape without a trace
You ain't buck 'cause ***** I saw ya stankin' *** yesterday
Talk ya ? hoe ya ? 'cause I'm comin' in the crowd boy
With *****s and I'm out slammin' *****es to the ground

I see ya from the stage ya angry face is fighting in the corner
Full of marijuana *****s in the middle in a trauma
While they throwin' 'bo's they snatchin' hoes that stuck in a coma
Any thick lil' fine ***** come on through 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 getting dumb
Cars are barrelin' through the ***** shootin' runnin to the Rover
*****s catchin' the heat from slugs
Negroes gettin' trampled over

[Chorus: x2]

Now I got you *****es hot
Platinum out and on the spot
Mad because they take your cell
So they stop at slangin' rocks
Bring yo *** to North Memphis
Killas hang and *****s 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 ***** 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
***** **** what you end, who you clean, and **** ya friend

***** you claimin' set, throwin', showin' signs
You ain't no one look inside your face is plain as day
Another hoe is showin'
***** I'm down with the same game you claim but I will **** you up
Hoe it ain't the same off in them flames I don't give a ****
Put some in your liver you so ? in the studio
***** all but the liver watch you run like ***** was stealers that I let you
Packing automatics full of that static that you stressin' for
Actin' like you want some but it seems you scared to go


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
**** could fight up all night with mo Henny wait that's how I (breath)
Do you feel it? Is it rare?
Smack that ***** up with that chair
When you see me over there
Raise your hands up in the air
'Cause ***** this ain't no Rosewood
***** take another round
Slipped up, chopped up, ****ed, lights out

Claim where I claim, hang where I hang
Burn where I burn, ***** ain't no thing
Do what I do, hanging with my crew
(What, what, what, what) ***** I thought you knew
Ain't no hood, throwin' our sets
Me ****ing more ***** no disrespect
Get out our way, gun will spray
Easy come ***** anyday


CD 1
  • 1 Intro
  • 2 44 Killers (interlude)
  • 3 Sippin’ on Some Syrup
  • 4 Weak Azz Bitch
  • 5 Just Like Us
  • 6 I’m so High
  • 7 Mafia Niggaz
  • 8 Hook Up W/ Hoes (skit)
  • 9 From da Back
  • 10 Fuck Y’all Hoes
  • 11 Where da Cheese At
  • 12 Tongue Ring
  • 13 Barrin’ You Bitches
  • 14 Whatcha Know
  • 15 Act Like You Know Me (Point ’Em Out)
  • 16 Take a Bump
  • 17 Touched Wit It
  • 18 M.E.M.P.H.I.S.
  • 19 Just Anotha Crazy Click
  • 20 Who Run It
  • 21 Put Ya Signs
  • 22 What’s Next (outro)