Esham Lyrics
Esham Lyrics
"Dem Boyz (featuring Violent J) Lyrics"
Rip Her To Shreds Lyrics
(Heypsst psst, here she comes now.) Oh, you know her. Would ya look at that hair! Yeah, you know her, Check out those shoes. She looks like she stepped out of the middle of somebody's blues. She looks like the Sunday comics! She thinks she's Brenda Starr. Her nose job is real atomic... all she needs is an old knife scar! Ehhh, she's so dull, come on rip her to shreds. She's so dull, come on rip her to shreds. Oh, you know her, "Miss Groupie Supreme&qu
(Heypsst psst, here she comes now.) Oh, you know her. Would ya look at that hair! Yeah, you know her, Check out those shoes. She looks like she stepped out of the middle of somebody's blues. She looks like the Sunday comics! She thinks she's Brenda Starr. Her nose job is real atomic... all she needs is an old knife scar! Ehhh, she's so dull, come on rip her to shreds. She's so dull, come on rip her to shreds. Oh, you know her, "Miss Groupie Supreme&qu
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 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
(Violent J)
This ones for
White Devil Lyrics
hey kids, we got a new white devil And it goes in your fucking nose That's right, we got a new white devil This is how the story goes Story goes Watch Out! Glorify, glamorize Try to forget your sunken eyes Your dead fad is a disaster Your fashion is my fucking cancer Not so fun when your nose is sore Bloody Kleenex all over the floor But don't worry, who gives a shit? All your friends will think you're really hip GOOOO! GOOOO!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!)
(Esham)
This is for them boys up all night, stuffing wax packs with heroin
Up on the block straight doing the Aer
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
(Violent J)
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
(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 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
Twen
This ones for the pill poppers
Eh yo fuck that, this ones for the head-choppers
(Violent J)
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!)
hey kids, we got a new white devil And it goes in your fucking nose That's right, we got a new white devil This is how the story goes Story goes Watch Out! Glorify, glamorize Try to forget your sunken eyes Your dead fad is a disaster Your fashion is my fucking cancer Not so fun when your nose is sore Bloody Kleenex all over the floor But don't worry, who gives a shit? All your friends will think you're really hip GOOOO! GOOOO!
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!)
(Esham)
This is for them boys up all night, stuffing wax packs with heroin
Up on the block straight doing the Aer
Sweet Black Magic Lyrics
Sweet black magic coming down the line. Sweet black magic coming down the line. Don't worry little honey, 'Bout the money you'll be feelin' fine. Cause I'm gonna see the doctor, Got some money, gonna get us high. Sweet Los Angeles in the fall, Sweet Los Angeles in the fall, As pretty as a picture, Ain't nobody out shakin at all. Don't worry little honey, Got some money, gonna get us off. Sweet black magic, Sweet black magic, Sweet black
Flyn Sweet black magic coming down the line. Sweet black magic coming down the line. Don't worry little honey, 'Bout the money you'll be feelin' fine. Cause I'm gonna see the doctor, Got some money, gonna get us high. Sweet Los Angeles in the fall, Sweet Los Angeles in the fall, As pretty as a picture, Ain't nobody out shakin at all. Don't worry little honey, Got some money, gonna get us off. Sweet black magic, Sweet black magic, Sweet black
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
(Violent J)
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
(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 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
Twen
For You Lyrics
(Hall, Stewart, Wolk) Soothe me baby Squeeze tite Hold the moment Fall thru the nite Itch for pleasure I scratch Love's a treasure I want to give back I wanna give you All that I've got Attention's essential Analysis not It's not what you say girl It's what you mean So whisper with me Share dreams Stop If you stop I'll remember so much No one can steal what's real from my touch Stop what more can I say There ai
ty-four seven non-stoppers (Hall, Stewart, Wolk) Soothe me baby Squeeze tite Hold the moment Fall thru the nite Itch for pleasure I scratch Love's a treasure I want to give back I wanna give you All that I've got Attention's essential Analysis not It's not what you say girl It's what you mean So whisper with me Share dreams Stop If you stop I'll remember so much No one can steal what's real from my touch Stop what more can I say There ai
This ones for the pill poppers
Eh yo fuck that, this ones for the head-choppers
(Violent J)
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!)