(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 blas