Lirik Lagu Who Got Dem 9's - Three 6 Mafia
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(Juicy J)Yeah Juicy J in the house with my nigga Project motherfuckin' PatLettin' you niggas know about respectYou know what I'm sayinWe gets respect off in these motherfuckin' streetsYeah rightYeah motherfuckin' respect
Chorus x4Who got dem 9's (Who got dem 9's)Who got dem tech's (Who dot dem techs)Throw yo motherfuckin' settTo show you know you got respect
(Juicy J)We's creepin' through your hoodMakin' you hoe ass niggas jumpWith them doubts somebody hear shotsGot you shakin'Call the copsWhen the cops got on the scene all they heard was cries and screamsTriple 6 niggas are meanWhen they blast them triple beamsSeem to me you never learnSo we have to demonstrateMotherfuck a murder caseShot the bitch off in his faceFace it hoe and be a manPlay the game until the endYou was out there claimin' killaSo to hell, with your friendsAll your foes, I supposeYou think I'ma let you liveNo love words never showSo not love is what I giveGet respect off in these streetsStayin' real, packin' heatSome don't wanna see me haveAlways out tryin' to creepOn the next, do I flexWith them techs, Let em' killThose with anna on your chestWe gon' make your blood spillWe for reall off in this shitIf you jump we gon' clownPut a bullet in your headAnd lay your body in the ground
Chorus x4
(Project Pat)It's gangsta it's gangstaEverybody wanna be a deals, a killaFire ya'll let and you gon' be a bodyIn lobbyGhetto life is ghetto past the blastin'And askin', for that fuckin' lootAnd then I'm dashin', harrassin'If you realthen you respect the real oneI feel someNiggas need to have a chat with Nina, the enforcer187 soldiers in this mothaI'll smother those who thnk they bolder than no otherA buster gon' lose his fuckin' life up in the gizameI'll dusta gets right upside your headAnd blow your brizain's to piecesAnd even if it's your time to clock those glocks downSo watch outWasn't raised to be no hoe, I'm takin' my glock downAnd motherfuck policeCause when it's onBitch it's murderSo go and get your toes and your clickAnd I'ma serve yaI urge ya, don't be lookin' at my face dogWatch the 9 r-e-s-p-e-c-tOh, you gon' give me mine
Chorus...till fade
Chorus x4Who got dem 9's (Who got dem 9's)Who got dem tech's (Who dot dem techs)Throw yo motherfuckin' settTo show you know you got respect
(Juicy J)We's creepin' through your hoodMakin' you hoe ass niggas jumpWith them doubts somebody hear shotsGot you shakin'Call the copsWhen the cops got on the scene all they heard was cries and screamsTriple 6 niggas are meanWhen they blast them triple beamsSeem to me you never learnSo we have to demonstrateMotherfuck a murder caseShot the bitch off in his faceFace it hoe and be a manPlay the game until the endYou was out there claimin' killaSo to hell, with your friendsAll your foes, I supposeYou think I'ma let you liveNo love words never showSo not love is what I giveGet respect off in these streetsStayin' real, packin' heatSome don't wanna see me haveAlways out tryin' to creepOn the next, do I flexWith them techs, Let em' killThose with anna on your chestWe gon' make your blood spillWe for reall off in this shitIf you jump we gon' clownPut a bullet in your headAnd lay your body in the ground
Chorus x4
(Project Pat)It's gangsta it's gangstaEverybody wanna be a deals, a killaFire ya'll let and you gon' be a bodyIn lobbyGhetto life is ghetto past the blastin'And askin', for that fuckin' lootAnd then I'm dashin', harrassin'If you realthen you respect the real oneI feel someNiggas need to have a chat with Nina, the enforcer187 soldiers in this mothaI'll smother those who thnk they bolder than no otherA buster gon' lose his fuckin' life up in the gizameI'll dusta gets right upside your headAnd blow your brizain's to piecesAnd even if it's your time to clock those glocks downSo watch outWasn't raised to be no hoe, I'm takin' my glock downAnd motherfuck policeCause when it's onBitch it's murderSo go and get your toes and your clickAnd I'ma serve yaI urge ya, don't be lookin' at my face dogWatch the 9 r-e-s-p-e-c-tOh, you gon' give me mine
Chorus...till fade
