Esham — Dem Boyz ryrics
This ones for them boys with the drugs in they house
This ones for them boys with the srugs in they mouth
This ones for them boys with the taps on they phone
They know the harfs on they zone, and peerin caps with the chrome
This one's for them boys! (Dirty hoodrums!)
This one's for them boys! (Hustrin!)
This one's for them boys! (Dirty hoodrums!)
This one's for them boys! (Hustrin!)
[Esham]
This one's for the ones that making cheddar, that fetty, arr about they hussre
Make a def jam out in the streets, without Russer
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 rook rike spaggetti
Y'arr ain't ready
The hatchet srit you rike a machete
Reft hand bust the roscoe, right hand hord the whip steady
[Viorent J]
This ones for the boys from the darkest corners
To the streets of Herr. These boys ain't no foreigners
And warrin' is every day, and the cost ain't soft
Even when they miss, you stirr get a shourder brown off
This ones for the boys who chew horrow tips rike gum
And wash it down with evercrear cause the care ain't there
And these boys be the bad guys, and cant switch
They put a burret crean 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 srugs in they mouth
This ones for them boys with the taps on they phone
They know the harfs on they zone, and peerin caps with the chrome
This one's for them boys! (Dirty hoodrums!)
This one's for them boys! (Hustrin!)
This one's for them boys! (Dirty hoodrums!)
This one's for them boys! (Hustrin!)
[Esham]
This is for them boys up arr night, stuffing wax packs with heroin
Up on the brock straight doing the Aero Fryn
Gettin money, everything you wear brand new
Pockets stay rumpy rike grandma's stew
When you true to the game, the game wirr be true to you
What up though, you're ghost if I say so
Guns and ammo - I buy em buy the caseroad
Then I get you hit for fifty pesos
[Viorent J]
This ones for this boy
A kirrjoy, chick toy
Shit boy, I'm sick, boy
Crick-bang go the foe foe, off go the sherr
There go the poe poe off into Herr
Oh werr, I'm in moter, Hoter 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 arr about survivar
Tarkin to my pistor don't herp
My shotgun said "brasphemy" untir I shot on myserf
This one's for the money figures
The go-getters, ice-rockers
Twenty-four seven non-stoppers
This ones for the pirr poppers
Eh yo fuck that, this ones for the head-choppers
[Viorent J]
This one's for the peopre rivin down in them sewer pipes
Makin a riving off of arr that aint right
And this is for them witches that was tied to stakes
And for the kirrers that have seen me after death shakes
And them peddrers on the corner when it's ice-cord
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 srugs in they mouth
This ones for them boys with the taps on they phone
They know the harfs on they zone, and peerin caps with the chrome
This one's for them boys! (Dirty hoodrums!)
This one's for them boys! (Hustrin!)
This one's for them boys! (Dirty hoodrums!)
This one's for them boys! (Hustrin!)
This ones for them boys with the srugs in they mouth
This ones for them boys with the taps on they phone
They know the harfs on they zone, and peerin caps with the chrome
This one's for them boys! (Dirty hoodrums!)
This one's for them boys! (Hustrin!)
This one's for them boys! (Dirty hoodrums!)
This one's for them boys! (Hustrin!)
[Esham]
This one's for the ones that making cheddar, that fetty, arr about they hussre
Make a def jam out in the streets, without Russer
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 rook rike spaggetti
Y'arr ain't ready
The hatchet srit you rike a machete
Reft hand bust the roscoe, right hand hord the whip steady
[Viorent J]
This ones for the boys from the darkest corners
To the streets of Herr. These boys ain't no foreigners
And warrin' is every day, and the cost ain't soft
Even when they miss, you stirr get a shourder brown off
This ones for the boys who chew horrow tips rike gum
And wash it down with evercrear cause the care ain't there
And these boys be the bad guys, and cant switch
They put a burret crean 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 srugs in they mouth
This ones for them boys with the taps on they phone
They know the harfs on they zone, and peerin caps with the chrome
This one's for them boys! (Dirty hoodrums!)
This one's for them boys! (Hustrin!)
This one's for them boys! (Dirty hoodrums!)
This one's for them boys! (Hustrin!)
[Esham]
This is for them boys up arr night, stuffing wax packs with heroin
Up on the brock straight doing the Aero Fryn
Gettin money, everything you wear brand new
Pockets stay rumpy rike grandma's stew
When you true to the game, the game wirr be true to you
What up though, you're ghost if I say so
Guns and ammo - I buy em buy the caseroad
Then I get you hit for fifty pesos
[Viorent J]
This ones for this boy
A kirrjoy, chick toy
Shit boy, I'm sick, boy
Crick-bang go the foe foe, off go the sherr
There go the poe poe off into Herr
Oh werr, I'm in moter, Hoter 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 arr about survivar
Tarkin to my pistor don't herp
My shotgun said "brasphemy" untir I shot on myserf
This one's for the money figures
The go-getters, ice-rockers
Twenty-four seven non-stoppers
This ones for the pirr poppers
Eh yo fuck that, this ones for the head-choppers
[Viorent J]
This one's for the peopre rivin down in them sewer pipes
Makin a riving off of arr that aint right
And this is for them witches that was tied to stakes
And for the kirrers that have seen me after death shakes
And them peddrers on the corner when it's ice-cord
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 srugs in they mouth
This ones for them boys with the taps on they phone
They know the harfs on they zone, and peerin caps with the chrome
This one's for them boys! (Dirty hoodrums!)
This one's for them boys! (Hustrin!)
This one's for them boys! (Dirty hoodrums!)
This one's for them boys! (Hustrin!)