Who Got Dem 9's

歌詞

(Juicy J) Yeah, Juicy J in the house with my nigga Project motherfuckin' Pat Lettin' you niggas know about respect You know what I'm sayin We gets respect off in these motherfuckin' streets Yeah right Yeah motherfuckin' respect Chorus x4 Who got dem 9's (Who got dem 9's) Who got dem tech's (Who dot dem techs) Throw yo motherfuckin' sett To show you know you got respect (Juicy J) We's creepin' through your hood Makin' you hoe ass niggas drop With them doubts somebody hear shots Got you shakin' Call the cops When the cops got on the scene all they heard was cries and screams Triple 6 niggas are mean When they blast them triple beams Seem to me you never learn So we have to demonstrate Motherfuck a murder case Shot the bitch off in his face Face it hoe and be a man Play the game until the end You was out there claimin' killa So to hell, with your friends All your foes, I suppose You think I'ma let you live No love words never show So not love is what I give Get respect off in these streets Stayin' real, packin' heat Some don't wanna see me have Always out tryin' to creep On the next, do I flex With them techs, Let em' kill Those with anna on your chest We gon' make your blood spill We for real off in this shit If you jump we gon' clown Put a bullet in your head And lay your body in the ground Chorus x4 (Project Pat) It's gangsta it's gangsta Everybody wanna be a deala, a killa Fire ya'll let and you gon' be a body In lobby Ghetto life is ghetto past the blastin' And askin', for that fuckin' loot And then I'm dashin', harrassin' If you real then you respect the real one I feel some Niggas need to have a chat with Nina, the enforcer 187 soldiers in this motha I'll smother those who thnk they bolder than no other A buster gon' lose his fuckin' life up in the gizame I'll dusta gets right upside your head And blow your brizain's to pieces And even if it's your time to clock those glocks down So watch out Wasn't raised to be no hoe, I'm takin' my glock out And motherfuck police Cause when it's on Bitch it's murder So go and get your toes and your click And I'ma serve ya I urge ya, don't be lookin' at my face dog Watch the 9 r-e-s-p-e-c-t Oh, you gon' give me mine Chorus...till fade