This ones for them boys with the drugs in they ones for them boys with the slugs in they mouth This for them boys with the taps on they phone They know the halfs on they zone, and peelin caps with the
one's for them boys! (Dirty hoodlums!) This for them boys! (Hustlin!)
This for them boys! (Dirty hoodlums!) one's for them boys! (Hustlin!)
This one's for the ones that making cheddar, that fetty, all they hussle a def jam out in the streets, without Russel What's so strange is that I in this game With the ones who "Bang Bang", your brains hang, and it is a thang Bitch, better have my fetty Before I put this mm-mm to your head and make your shit look spaggetti Y'all ain't The hatchet slit you a machete Left hand bust the roscoe, right hand hold the whip
J] This ones for the boys from the darkest To the streets of Hell. These boys ain't no And is every day, and the cost ain't soft Even when they miss, you still get a shoulder off This ones for the boys who chew hollow like gum And wash it down with everclear cause the care there And these boys be the bad guys, and switch They put a bullet clean through your head and into bitch
This ones for them boys with the drugs in they This ones for boys with the slugs in they mouth This ones for them boys the taps on they phone They know the halfs on they zone, and caps with the chrome
one's for them boys! (Dirty hoodlums!) This one's for boys! (Hustlin!)
This for them boys! (Dirty hoodlums!) one's for them boys! (Hustlin!)
This is for them boys up all night, wax packs with heroin Up on the block straight the Aero Flyn Gettin money, everything you brand new Pockets stay lumpy like grandma's When you true to the game, the will be true to you What up though, you're if I say so and ammo - I buy em buy the caseload Then I get you hit for fifty
J] This for this boy A killjoy, toy boy, I'm sick, boy go the foe foe, off go the shell There go the poe poe off into Oh well, I'm in motel, Six And I got chick on the tip of this dick Now she taking it in, sinking it in, her titties I'm them, and I don't know I'm be done
Then I'm a be my gun This for the boys saying fuck the "5-0" Fuck the 5-0 when all about survival Talkin to my don't help My shotgun said "blasphemy" I shot on myself This for the money figures The go-getters, Twenty-four seven This ones for the pill Eh yo that, this ones for the head-choppers
J] This one's for the people down in them sewer pipes Makin a living off of all aint right And this is for them witches that was tied to And for the killers that have seen me death shakes And them peddlers on the corner it's ice-cold And dead on the side of the road This is for that of the city that everybody warns about Where throats get out
This ones for them boys with the drugs in house This ones for them boys with the slugs in mouth This ones for them boys with the on they phone They know the halfs on they zone, and caps with the chrome
This for them boys! (Dirty hoodlums!) one's for them boys! (Hustlin!)
This one's for boys! (Dirty hoodlums!) This one's for boys! (Hustlin!)