[Hook: 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 niggas fight, what make them hoes fight  Make them niggas fight, what make them hoes fight    [Gangsta Boo]  If you bitches ain't scared put a bitch 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 wanna do  To the lovely Gangsta Boo, buck as fuck I thought you knew  Put my sign up in ya face  Leave ya stape without a trace  You ain't buck 'cause bitch I saw ya stankin' ass yesterday  Talk ya ? hoe ya ? 'cause I'm comin' in the crowd boy  With niggas and I'm out slammin' bitches to the ground    [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 'bo's they snatchin' hoes that stuck 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 getting dumb  Cars are barrelin' through the nigga shootin' runnin to the Rover  Niggas catchin the heat from slugs  Negroes gettin trampled over    [Hook x 2]    [Juicy J]  Now I got you bitches hot  Platinum out and on the spot  Mad becuase 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 bills  Clean that mug from off ya face unless you want a casket case  Nigga fuck what you end, who you clean, and fuck ya friend    [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 game you claim but I will fuck you up  Hoe it ain't the same off in them flames I don't give a fuck  Put some in your liver you so ? in the studio  Nigga all but the liver watch you run like bitch was stealers that I let you  know  Packing automatics full of that static that you stressin' for  Actin' like you want some but it seems you scared to go    [Hook]    [Koopsta Knicca]  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  Shit could fight up all night with mo henny wait that's how I (breath)  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  Nigga take another round  Slipped up, chopped up, fucked, lights out    [Crunchy Black]  Claim where I claim, hang where I hang  Burn where I burn, nigga ain't no thing  Do what I do, hanging with my crew  (What, what, what, what) nigga I thought you knew  Ain't no hood, throwin our sets  Me fucking more nigga no disrespect  Get out our way, gun will spray  Easy come nigga anyday    [Hook until fade]