Who Got Dem 9's Lyrics - Chapter 2: World Domination - Three 6 Mafia

(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