[Chorus]

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 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 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



[Chorus]



[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

Th