Three Six Mafia Gang Signs Lyrics

Three 6 mafia
Put ya signs
When the smoke clears sixty 6,sixty 1,
Deciphered by cadillac escalade

Chorus 2x
Put ya sign in they face,gang sign in they face,
Put ya sign in they face,gang sign in they face,
Make them n____s fight,what? !? !? ,make them hoes fight
Make them n____s fight,what? !? !? ,make them hoes fight

Gangsta boo
If you b____es aint scared punt a b____ right to the floor,
Tell her she belong below under shoes where roaches go,
Hoe Im ready if you ready tell me what you wanna do,
To the lovely gangsta boo, buck as f___ I thought you knew,
Put my sign up in your face,leave ya stank without a trace,
You aint buck b____ I saw your stankin a__ yesterday,
Tuck your chain,hold your weave cuz Im comin in the crowd,
Boin n____s in the mouth,slammin b____es to the ground

Lord infamous
I see them from the stage,angry faces fighting in the corner,
Full of marijuana,n____s in the middle in a trauma,
While they throwin bos they s_____ing hoes,they stalkin in a coma,
Any thick or fine b____ come on through a n____ all up on a,
Some trick done got mad, and ran to the wagon grabbed the 12 gauge pump,
Probly full of numby numb, that c__e and rum and getting dumb,
Guards are bailin through the n____s shootin,runnin to the rover,
n____s catchin heat from slugs,n____s gettin trampled over,clubs buck as a
m____fucka

Repeat chorus 2x

Juicy j
Now I got you b____es hot, platinum mouthin on the spot,
Mad because they tapes dont sell,so they start that slangin rocks,
Bring your a__ to north memphis,killas hangin,n____s pimpin,
Playas on them cards flippin,choppin dope up in the kitchen,
Anna always keep it real,way before a record deal,
So n____ dont hate on me cuz juicy j be gettin his mills,
Clean that mug up off your face unless you wanna catch that case,
n____ f___ what your in,whose your kind,and f___ yo friends

Dj paul
n____ you claimin sett throwin,showing signs,you aint knowin
Look inside,your face is plain as day,and no hoe will show it,
b____ Im down with the same gang you claim but I will f___ you up,
Hoe it aint the same off in them thangs, I dont give a f___,
Put some in your liver,so chillin when in the studio,
n____ hot in the liver watch you run like a b____,hoe still I bet you know,
Packin automatics for that static that you stressin punk,
Acting like you want some of that 6,but you scared to jump

Repeat chorus

Koopsta knicca
n____ callin on some songs aint no fun on my weekend,
Aint no f___in smilin faces, aint no friends up on this man,
Its the fizz that keeps me cool,should security bring the news,
Should I fight all night,anyway thats how I pay my dues,
Do you feel it is it there,smack that b____ up with that chair,
When you see me over there raise your hands up in the air,
f___ this, this aint no rosewood,n____ take another route,
Slit up,chopped up, buck, lights out

Crunchy blac
Claim what I claim,hang where I hang,
Bang what I bang,n____ aint no thang,
Do what I do,hangin with my crew,
n____ I thought you knew,
In your hood,throwin our setts,
Mean f___in mug,n____ dont disrespect,
Get in our way,guns will spray, ez come n____ anyday

Repeat chorus til fade