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!)

[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

Y'all ain't ready

The hatchet slit you like a machete

Left hand bust the roscoe, right hand hold the whip steady

[Violent J]

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 cant switch

They put a bullet clean through your head and into your bitch

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!)

[Esham]

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 Esham - Dem Boyz - http://motolyrics.com/esham/dem-boyz-lyrics.html

Guns and ammo - I buy em buy the caseload

Then I get you hit for fifty pesos

[Violent J]

This ones 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 shakin 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 livin down in them sewer pipes

Makin a living off of all that aint 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 bobies on the side of the road

This is for that part of the city that everybody warns about

Where throats get torn out

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!)

Esham Dem Boyz