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ESHAM LYRICS

"Dem Boyz"(feat. Violent J)
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 
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!)