[Hook: x2]
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Put ya sign in his face, gang sign in his face
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Put ya sign in his face, gang sign in his face
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Make them niggas fight, what make them hoes fight
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Make them niggas fight, what make them hoes fight
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[Gangsta Boo]
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If you bitches ain't scared put a bitch right to the floor
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Tell her she belong below under shoes where roaches go
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Hoe I'm ready if you ready tell me what you wanna do
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To the lovely Gangsta Boo, buck as fuck I thought you knew
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Put my sign up in ya face
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Leave ya stape without a trace
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You ain't buck 'cause bitch I saw ya stankin' ass yesterday
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Talk ya ? hoe ya ? 'cause I'm comin' in the crowd boy
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With niggas and I'm out slammin' bitches to the ground
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[Lord Infamous]
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I see ya from the stage ya angry face is fighting in the corner
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Full of marijuana niggas in the middle in a trauma
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While they throwin 'bo's they snatchin' hoes that stuck in a coma
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Any thick lil' fine bitch come on through a nigga all up on her
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Some trick done got mad and ran to the wagon and grabbed a 12 gauge pump
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Probably full of that numby numb that coke and rum and getting dumb
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Cars are barrelin' through the nigga shootin' runnin to the Rover
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Niggas catchin the heat from slugs
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Negroes gettin trampled over
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[Hook x 2]
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[Juicy J]
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Now I got you bitches hot
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Platinum out and on the spot
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Mad becuase they take your cell
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So they stop at slangin rocks
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Bring yo ass to North Memphis
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Killas hang and niggas pimpin
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Playas on them cards flippin
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Choppin dope up in the kitchen
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And I always keep it real
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Way before a record deal
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So my nigga don't hate on me 'cause Juicy J be gettin his bills
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Clean that mug from off ya face unless you want a casket case
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Nigga fuck what you end, who you clean, and fuck ya friend
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[DJ Paul]
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Nigga you claimin set, throwin', showin' signs
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You ain't no one look inside your face is plain as day
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Another hoe is showin'
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Bitch I'm down with the same game you claim but I will fuck you up
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Hoe it ain't the same off in them flames I don't give a fuck
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Put some in your liver you so ? in the studio
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Nigga all but the liver watch you run like bitch was stealers that I let you
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know
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Packing automatics full of that static that you stressin' for
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Actin' like you want some but it seems you scared to go
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[Hook]
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[Koopsta Knicca]
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Hey don't call me for sweet songs
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Ain't no ?
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Ain't no funky smilin' faces
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Ain't no grins up on this man
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It's the ? that keeps me cool
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Social security breaking news
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Shit could fight up all night with mo henny wait that's how I (breath)
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Do you feel it? Is it rare?
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Smack that bitch up with that chair
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When you see me over there
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Raise your hands up in the air
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'Cause bitch this ain't no Rosewood
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Nigga take another round
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Slipped up, chopped up, fucked, lights out
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[Crunchy Black]
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Claim where I claim, hang where I hang
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Burn where I burn, nigga ain't no thing
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Do what I do, hanging with my crew
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(What, what, what, what) nigga I thought you knew
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Ain't no hood, throwin our sets
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Me fucking more nigga no disrespect
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Get out our way, gun will spray
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Easy come nigga anyday
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[Hook until fade]
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Put Ya Signs
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Three 6 Mafia |