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ghostface killah - outta town sh*t 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-gg-z 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 p-wn 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-t, so many hammers left the clerk speechless
outdoors my n-gg-z is dirty
rollin’ smoke in the back seat sippin’ orange juice
b-mping 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 alb-ms, clean ’em and they keep goin’

[chorus:]
hey man it’s rough outside
crack heads is buyin’ all night
handguns is necessary
f-ck 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-gg- what? twelve grand bowl ’em
no little sh-t 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-cker he fish
pound cake, beat that b-tch
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
p-ssed off the other thirty five thou, i’m doin’ ’em
n-gg- 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 h-ll no i’m headed for the gun store
punch you in your motherf-ckin’ 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 d-mn boost
then out came a wonderful six
holy sh-t! stack that sh-t
yo trife dies sn-tch that f-ckin’ cream quick
that was one one six, one sixteen point c
and i don’t care about no motherf-ckin’ 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 sh-lls they was coming in

[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 b-ttocks
leaving one critically wounded
two others were pr-nounced 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

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