[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
[Verse 1: 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
Ho 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 boy
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' 'bo's 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
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 floor
Tell her she belong below under shoes where roaches go
Ho 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 boy
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' 'bo's 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
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