Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Who Got Dem Nines, artist - Project Pat. Date of issue: 20.10.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Who Got Dem Nines |
| 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 |
| Who got dem 9's? |
| Who got dem 9's? |
| Who got dem techs? |
| Who got dem techs? |
| Throw yo motherfuckin' sett |
| To show you know you got respect |
| Who got dem 9's? |
| Who got dem 9's? |
| Who got dem techs? |
| Who got dem techs? |
| Throw yo motherfuckin' sett |
| To show you know you got respect |
| Who got dem 9's? |
| Who got dem 9's? |
| Who got dem techs? |
| Who got dem techs? |
| Throw yo motherfuckin' sett |
| To show you know you got respect |
| Who got dem 9's? |
| Who got dem 9's? |
| Who got dem techs? |
| Who got dem techs? |
| Throw yo motherfuckin' sett |
| To show you know you got respect |
| We’s creepin' through your hood |
| Makin' you ho 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 ho 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’mma let you live |
| No love was never shown |
| 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' 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 |
| Who got dem 9's? |
| Who got dem 9's? |
| Who got dem techs? |
| Who got dem techs? |
| Throw yo motherfuckin' sett |
| To show you know you got respect |
| Who got dem 9's? |
| Who got dem 9's? |
| Who got dem techs? |
| Who got dem techs? |
| Throw yo motherfuckin' sett |
| To show you know you got respect |
| Who got dem 9's? |
| Who got dem 9's? |
| Who got dem techs? |
| Who got dem techs? |
| Throw yo motherfuckin' sett |
| To show you know you got respect |
| Who got dem 9's? |
| Who got dem 9's? |
| Who got dem techs? |
| Who got dem techs? |
| Throw yo motherfuckin' sett |
| To show you know you got respect |
| It’s gangsta it’s gangsta |
| Everybody wanna be a dealer, a killa |
| Violate 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 this gizzame |
| I’ll dusta gets right upside your head |
| And blow your brizzains 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 motherfuck police |
| Cause when it’s on |
| Bitch 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 |
| Who got dem 9's? |
| Who got dem 9's? |
| Who got dem techs? |
| Who got dem techs? |
| Throw yo motherfuckin' sett |
| To show you know you got respect |
| Who got dem 9's? |
| Who got dem 9's? |
| Who got dem techs? |
| Who got dem techs? |
| Throw yo motherfuckin' sett |
| To show you know you got respect |