Outta Town Shit

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