Outta Town Shit Lyrics - More Fish - Ghostface Killah

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' 

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[Chorus] 

Hey man it's rough outside 

Crack heads is buyin' all night 

Handguns is necessary 

F**k 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 motherf**ker 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 

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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 motherf**kin' 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 f**kin' cream quick 

That was one one six, one sixteen point C 

And I don't care about no motherf**kin' 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**k 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