Three 6 Mafia

Three 6 Mafia - Who Got Dem 9's lyrics

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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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Author: Patrick Houston, Jordan Houston

Composer: ?

Publisher: Hypnotize Minds, Relativity

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Released in: 1997

Language: English

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