Violent J, Esham - Dem Boyz lyrics

This ones for them boys with
The drugs in they house
This ones for them boys with
The slugs in they mouth
This ones for them boys with
The taps on they phone
They know the halfs on they zone
And peelin caps with the chrome
This one's for them boys! (Dirty hoodlums)
This one's for them boys! (Hustlin)
This one's for them boys! (Dirty hoodlums)
This one's for them boys! (Hustlin)

This is for the ones that's
Making cheddar, that fetty
All about they hussle
Make a Def Jam out in the streets
Without Russel what's so strange is that I
Came in this game
With the 1, 2 "Bang Bang"
Make your brains hang
And it is a thang Bitch
Better have my muthafuckin fetty
Before I put this mm-mm to your head
And make your shit look like spaggetti
Y'all ain't ready
The hatchet slit you like a machete
Left hand bust the roscoe
Right hand hold the whip steady

This ones for the boys
From the darkest corners
To the streets of Hell
These boys ain't no foreigners
And warrin' is every day
And the cost ain't soft
Even when they miss
You still get a shoulder blown off
This ones for the boys who
Chew hollow tips like gum
And wash it down with everclear
Cause the care ain't there
And these boys be the bad guys
And can't switch
They put a bullet clean through your
Head and into your bitch

This is for them boys up all night
Stuffing wax packs with heroin
Up on the block straight doing the Aero Flyn
Gettin money, everything you wear brand new
Pockets stay lumpy like grandma's stew
When you true to the game
The game will be true to you
What up though, you're ghost if I say so
Guns and ammo - I buy em buy the caseload
Then I get you hit for fifty pesos

This ones for this boy, a killjoy
Chick toy, shit, boy, I'm sick, boy
Click bang go the 4-4, off go the shell
There go the po-po off into Hell
Oh well, I'm in motel, Hotel Six
And I got your chick on the tip of this dick
Now she taking it in, sinking it in
Her titties I'm shakin 'em
And I don't know when I'm be done

Then I'm a be busting my gun this ones
For the boys saying fuck the 5-0
Fuck the 5-0 when it's all about survival
Talkin to my pistol don't help
My shotgun said "Blaz4Me" until
I shot on myself this one's for the money
Figures, the go-getters, ice-rockers
Twenty-four seven non-stoppers
This ones for the pill poppers
Eh yo fuck that
This ones for the head-choppers

This one's for the people livin
Down in them sewer pipes
Makin a living off of all that ain't right
And this is for them witches
That was tied to stakes
And for the killers that have
Seen me after death shakes
And them peddlers on the
Corner when it's ice-cold
And dead bodies on the side of the road
This is for that part of the
City that everybody warns about
Where throats get torn out