Dem Boys Lyrics

This one's for them boys with the drugs in they house
This one's for them boys with the slugs in they mouth
This one's 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!)

(Esham)
This one's for the ones that 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 ones who "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
Ya'll ain't ready
The hatchet slit you like a machete
Left hand bust the roscoe, right hand hold the whip steady

(Violent J)
This one's for the boys from the darkest corners
To the streets of Hell
These boys ain't no foreigners
And warring 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 one's for them boys with the drugs in they house
This one's for them boys with the slugs in they mouth
This one's for them boys with the taps on they phone
They know the halfs on they zone, and peeling 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!)

(Esham)
This is for them boys up all night, stuffing wax packs with heroin
Up on the block straight doing the Aero FlynEsham - Dem Boys - http://motolyrics.com/esham/dem-boys-lyrics.html
Getting 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 them by the caseload
Then I get you hit for fifty pesos

(Violent J)
This one's for this boy
A killjoy, chick toy
Shit boy, I'm sick, boy
Click, bang go the foe foe, off go the shell
There go the poe poe 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 shaking them, and
I don't know when I'm be done

(Esham)
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 "blasphemy" 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

(Violent J)
This one's for the people living down in them sewer pipes
Making 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

This one's for them boys with the drugs in they house
This one's for them boys with the slugs in they mouth
This one's for them boys with the taps on they phone
They know the halfs on they zone, and peeling 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!)