Dj Paul - Who Got Dem 9's lyrics

(Juicy J) Yeah, Juicy J in the house with my n***a Project motherf**in' Pat Lettin' you n***as know about respect You know what I'm sayin We gets respect off in these motherf**in' streets Yeah right Yeah motherf**in' respect Chorus x4 Who got dem 9's (Who got dem 9's) Who got dem tech's (Who dot dem techs) Throw yo motherf**in' sett To show you know you got respect (Juicy J) We's creepin' through your hood Makin' you ho a** n***as 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 n***as are mean When they blast them triple beams Seem to me you never learn So we have to demonstrate Motherf** a murder case Shot the b**h off in his face Face it ho and be a man Play the game until the end You was out there claimin' k**a So to hell, with your friends All your foes, I suppose You think I'mma 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' k** Those with anna on your chest We gon' make your blood spill We for reall off in this sh** 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 dealer, a k**a Fire ya'll let and you gon' be a body In lobby Ghetto life is ghetto past the blastin' And askin', for that f**in' loot And then I'm dashin', harra**in' If you real Then you respect the real one I feel some n***as 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 f**in' 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 ho, I'm takin' my Glock down And motherf** police Cause when it's on b**h it's murder So go and get your toes and your click And I'mma 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 ______________________________________________________