I´m six foot two and a half
|
With shoes on make it three even
|
Been shot but I´m still breathing
|
Sent niggaz 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 shit, so many hammers left the clerk speechless
|
Outdoors my niggaz 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
|
Fuck 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? Nigga what? Twelve grand bowl ´em
|
No little shit 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 motherfucker he fish
|
Pound cake, beat that bitch
|
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
|
Passed off the other thirty five thou, I´m doin´ ´em
|
Nigga 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 motherfuckin´ 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 shit! Stack that shit
|
Yo Trife Dies snatch that fuckin´ cream quick
|
That was one one six, one sixteen point C
|
And I don´t care about no motherfuckin´ 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
|
Fuck 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 buttocks
|
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
|
|
|
-----------------
|
Outta Town Sh£Şt
|
Ghostface Killah |