Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Outta Town Sh*t , by - Ghostface Killah. Release date: 31.12.2005
Song language: English
Outta Town Sh*t |
| I’m six foot two and a half |
| With shoes on make it three even |
| Been shot but I’m still breathing |
| Sent niggas 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 niggas 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' |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |