Lyrics

[Chorus] This one's for them boys with the drugs in they house This one's for them boys with the slugs in they mouth This one's for them boys with the taps on they phone They know the haps on the zone, they 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'!) [Verse 1: Esham, Violent J] This is for the ones that's making cheddar, that fetty, all about they hustle Make a Def Jam out in the streets, without Russell What's so strange is I came in the game, with the "One two, bang bang" Make your brains hang and it is a thang Bitch better have my muthafuckin' fetty Before I put this m-mm to your head and make your shit look like spaghetti Y'all ain't ready, the Hatchet slit you like a machete Left hand bust the roscoe, right hand hold the whip steady This one's 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 one's 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 bitch [Chorus] This one's for them boys with the drugs in they house This one's for them boys with the slugs in they mouth This one's for them boys with the taps on they phone They know the haps on the zone, they 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'!) [Verse 2: Esham, Violent J] This is for them boys up all night, stuffing wax packs with heroin On the block straight doin' the Errol Flynn Gettin' money, everything you wear brand new Pockets stay lumpy like Grandma's stew When you true to the game, the game'll 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 This ones for this boy, a Killjoy Chick toy, shit, 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 takin' it in, sinkin' it in Her titties I'm shakin' 'em and I don't know when I'm be done Then I'mma be bustin' my gun This ones for the boys sayin' fuck the 5-0 Fuck the 5-0 when it's all about survival Talkin' to my pistol don't help My shotgun said "Blast for me" 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 This one's for the people livin' down in them sewer pipes Makin' a livin' off of all that ain't right And this is for them witches that was tied to stakes And for them killers that have seen me after death shakes And them peddlers on the corner when it's ice cold And dead bodies on the side of the road This is for that part of the city that everybody warns about Where throats get torn out [Chorus] This one's for them boys with the drugs in they house This one's for them boys with the slugs in they mouth This one's for them boys with the taps on they phone They know the haps on the zone, they 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'!) [Outro] Hustlin'! Hustlin'! Hustlin'!