Ghostface k**ah - Outta Town sh** lyrics

I'm six foot two and a half With shoes on make it three even Been shot but I'm still breathing Sent n***az back to Pittsburgh With they necks wrapped up no lie See that's what happens when slugs fly Doves cry when a thug dies It might rain if you're a love guy Glocks we tote 'em in belong pawn shops where we resold 'em And going in we let the fiends hold 'em Fake aliases, no driver's license or socials But we cold cheek sh**, so many hammers left the clerk speechless Outdoors my n***az is dirty Rollin' smoke in the back seat sippin' orange juice Bumping Blackstreet, suede wallets, Wallabees Pea soup Clarks, music blastin', laughin' with the whip in park Bodies for lunch, they eat those Old school guns is like old albums, clean 'em and they keep goin' [Chorus] Hey man it's rough outside Crack heads is buyin' all night Handguns is necessary f** around you might lose your life Anywhere in and outta town B The same every hood it's so real That you gotta be on your grizzly If not then you might get pideeled Like one day right over a powerful dice game in Minnesota We hit the mall up for kicks Slid, in other words bounce, tip the chauffeur To get that cheddar cheese back we lost from earlier Get back the dices shaking, stretching my arm like Troy Aikman What's in the bank? n***a what? Twelve grand bowl 'em No little sh** on the floor roll 'em That's what I do (sounds of dice shaking) Six 'em girls, hit his kicks I'm a still show that motherf**er he fish Pound cake, beat that b**h Holy smoke! I admire your roll Two fours and a five, they all applause and he smiled But confident me, yea I threw my twelve on the ground Grab the dice, blew on 'em Pa**ed off the other thirty five thou, I'm doin' 'em n***a move shoot 'em, what's that? You roll a five? Twenty or better y'all, I'm taking all side bets! Everybody spread out! Watch the magic number that my pretty hand let out My first roll was one two four, picked 'em up Somebody screamed out, "Tony Starks headed for the dust off!" I'm like hell no I'm headed for the gun store Punch you in your motherf**in' face like Spongebob Watched his face when he aced, the place got quiet Bowled like twenty forty times, my arm got tired Couldn't hit a point, not even a deuce Took a swig of my man's goose Anything just to give me a damn boost Then out came a wonderful six Holy sh**! Stack that sh** Yo Trife Dies snatch that f**in' cream quick That was one one six, one sixteen point C And I don't care about no motherf**in' Royce Green He pulled out, he pointed at me, I pointed at him My main man pointed at them They pulled their guns out and pointed at him And crazy shells they was coming in [Chorus] Hey man it's rough outside Crack heads is buyin' all night Handguns is necessary f** around you might lose your life Anywhere in and outta town B The same every hood it's so real That you gotta be on your grizzly If not then you might get pideeled [Outro] This just in, breaking news Today in Downtown Minnesota, a tragic shootout occurred at 5:23 pm An alleged witness says things went haywire over a dice game Two black males were shot in their bu*tocks Leaving one critically wounded Two others were pronounced dead on the crime scene At a nearby hospital, three New York men are recovering In stable condition but are being held under police supervision at this time For on the spot coverage Theodore TV, this is Dusty Williams signing off Now back to Tony Starks already in progress