Juicy J
Yeah, Juicy J in tha house with my nigga Project motha fuckin' Pat, lettin you niggaz know,
about respect. You know what i'm sayin? We getz respect off in these motha fuckin' streets
Chorus
Who got dem 9's? [Who got dem 9's]
Who got dem techs? [Who got dem techs?]
Throw yo' mutha fuckin' set,
to show you know you got respect.
Juicy J
We's creepin' through yo' hood;
Makin' you hoe ass niggas jump.
With no doubt somebody heard shots.
Got you shakin'
Call tha 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 demostrate.
mutha fuck a murda 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 wit your friends.
All ya foes,
I suppose,
You think i'ma let you live.
No love words never show,
So no 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' ta creep.
On tha next,
Do I flex,
With them techs.
Let 'em kill,
Those with anna on yo chest.
We gon' make yo blood spill.
We fo' real off in this shit.
If you jump,
We gon' clown.
Put a bullet in yo head,
And lay yo' body in the ground.
Chorus
Who got dem 9's? [Who got dem 9's]
Who got dem techs? [Who got dem techs?]
Throw yo' mutha fuckin' set,
to show you know you got respect.
Project Pat
It's gangsta,
It's gangsta.
Everybody wanna be a deala'
A killa.
Why y'all fake,
And you gon' be a body,
In lobby.
Ghetto life,
is ghetto past da' 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 (?)
The enforcer.
187 soldiers in this mutha,
I'll smotha,
Those who think they bolder,
Than no other.
A busta,
Gon' lose his fuckin' life up in this gizame.
i'll dusta,
Getz right upside yo' head,
And blow yo brizain's
To pieces.
And even if it's yo time to clock those glocks down.
So watch out.
Wasn't raised to be no hoe,
I'm takin my glock down,
And mutha fuck police,
Cause when its on.
Bitch it's murder.
So go and get yo' (toes),
And yo' click,
And i'ma serve ya'
I urge ya'
Don't be lookin' at my face dawg,
Watch tha 9
R-E-S-P-E-C-T
Oh,
You gon' give me mine.
Chorus
Who got dem 9's? [Who got dem 9's]
Who got dem techs? [Who got dem techs?]
Throw yo' mutha fuckin' set,
to show you know you got respect.