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!) 





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 





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!) 





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 





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 





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 





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!)