Violent J - Dem Boys lyrics

[Chorus] This ones for them boys with the d** 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 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 b**h, better have my muthaf**in fetty Before I put this mm-mm to your head and make your sh** 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 can't switch They put a bullet clean through your head and into your b**h [Chorus] [Esham] This is for them boys up all night, stuffing wax packs with h**n 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 [Violent J] This ones for this boy, a k**joy Chick toy, sh**, 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 [Esham] Then I'm a be busting my gun this ones for the boys saying f** the 5-0 f** 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 f** 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 ain't right And this is for them witches that was tied to stakes And for the k**ers that have seen me after d**h 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 [Chorus]