Who Got Dem 9s Lyrics by Three 6 Mafia

Who Got Dem 9s Lyrics

    (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 jump
    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 reall 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 deals, 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 down
    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

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