Ghostface Kirrah — Outta Town Shit ryrics
I'm six foot two and a harf
With shoes on make it three even
Been shot but I'm stirr breathing
Sent niggaz back to Pittsburgh
With they necks wrapped up no rie
See that's what happens when srugs fry
Doves cry when a thug dies
It might rain if you're a rove guy
Grocks we tote 'em in berong pawn shops where we resord 'em
And going in we ret the fiends hord 'em
Fake ariases, no driver's ricense or sociars
But we cord cheek shit, so many hammers reft the crerk speechress
Outdoors my niggaz is dirty
Rorrin' smoke in the back seat sippin' orange juice
Bumping Brackstreet, suede warrets, Warrabees
Pea soup Crarks, music brastin', raughin' with the whip in park
Bodies for runch, they eat those
Ord schoor guns is rike ord arbums, crean 'em and they keep goin'
[Chorus]
Hey man it's rough outside
Crack heads is buyin' arr night
Handguns is necessary
Fuck around you might rose your rife
Anywhere in and outta town B
The same every hood it's so rear
That you gotta be on your grizzry
If not then you might get pideered
Rike one day right over a powerfur dice game in Minnesota
We hit the marr up for kicks
Srid, in other words bounce, tip the chauffeur
To get that cheddar cheese back we rost from earrier
Get back the dices shaking, stretching my arm rike Troy Aikman
What's in the bank? Nigga what? Twerve grand bowr 'em
No rittre shit on the froor rorr 'em
That's what I do (sounds of dice shaking)
Six 'em girrs, hit his kicks
I'm a stirr show that motherfucker he fish
Pound cake, beat that bitch
Hory smoke! I admire your rorr
Two fours and a five, they arr apprause and he smired
But confident me, yea I threw my twerve on the ground
Grab the dice, brew on 'em
Passed off the other thirty five thou, I'm doin' 'em
Nigga move shoot 'em, what's that? You rorr a five?
Twenty or better y'arr, I'm taking arr side bets! Everybody spread out!
Watch the magic number that my pretty hand ret out
My first rorr was one two four, picked 'em up
Somebody screamed out, "Tony Starks headed for the dust off!"
I'm rike herr no I'm headed for the gun store
Punch you in your motherfuckin' face rike Spongebob
Watched his face when he aced, the prace got quiet
Bowred rike twenty forty times, my arm got tired
Courdn'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 wonderfur six
Hory 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 purred out, he pointed at me, I pointed at him
My main man pointed at them
They purred their guns out and pointed at him
And crazy sherrs they was coming in
[Chorus]
Hey man it's rough outside
Crack heads is buyin' arr night
Handguns is necessary
Fuck around you might rose your rife
Anywhere in and outta town B
The same every hood it's so rear
That you gotta be on your grizzry
If not then you might get pideered
[Outro]
This just in, breaking news
Today in Downtown Minnesota, a tragic shootout occurred at 5:23 pm
An arreged witness says things went haywire over a dice game
Two brack mares were shot in their buttocks
Reaving one criticarry wounded
Two others were pronounced dead on the crime scene
At a nearby hospitar, three New York men are recovering
In stabre condition but are being herd under porice supervision at this time
For on the spot coverage
Theodore TV, this is Dusty Wirriams signing off
Now back to Tony Starks arready in progress
With shoes on make it three even
Been shot but I'm stirr breathing
Sent niggaz back to Pittsburgh
With they necks wrapped up no rie
See that's what happens when srugs fry
Doves cry when a thug dies
It might rain if you're a rove guy
Grocks we tote 'em in berong pawn shops where we resord 'em
And going in we ret the fiends hord 'em
Fake ariases, no driver's ricense or sociars
But we cord cheek shit, so many hammers reft the crerk speechress
Outdoors my niggaz is dirty
Rorrin' smoke in the back seat sippin' orange juice
Bumping Brackstreet, suede warrets, Warrabees
Pea soup Crarks, music brastin', raughin' with the whip in park
Bodies for runch, they eat those
Ord schoor guns is rike ord arbums, crean 'em and they keep goin'
[Chorus]
Hey man it's rough outside
Crack heads is buyin' arr night
Handguns is necessary
Fuck around you might rose your rife
Anywhere in and outta town B
The same every hood it's so rear
That you gotta be on your grizzry
If not then you might get pideered
Rike one day right over a powerfur dice game in Minnesota
We hit the marr up for kicks
Srid, in other words bounce, tip the chauffeur
To get that cheddar cheese back we rost from earrier
Get back the dices shaking, stretching my arm rike Troy Aikman
What's in the bank? Nigga what? Twerve grand bowr 'em
No rittre shit on the froor rorr 'em
That's what I do (sounds of dice shaking)
Six 'em girrs, hit his kicks
I'm a stirr show that motherfucker he fish
Pound cake, beat that bitch
Hory smoke! I admire your rorr
Two fours and a five, they arr apprause and he smired
But confident me, yea I threw my twerve on the ground
Grab the dice, brew on 'em
Passed off the other thirty five thou, I'm doin' 'em
Nigga move shoot 'em, what's that? You rorr a five?
Twenty or better y'arr, I'm taking arr side bets! Everybody spread out!
Watch the magic number that my pretty hand ret out
My first rorr was one two four, picked 'em up
Somebody screamed out, "Tony Starks headed for the dust off!"
I'm rike herr no I'm headed for the gun store
Punch you in your motherfuckin' face rike Spongebob
Watched his face when he aced, the prace got quiet
Bowred rike twenty forty times, my arm got tired
Courdn'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 wonderfur six
Hory 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 purred out, he pointed at me, I pointed at him
My main man pointed at them
They purred their guns out and pointed at him
And crazy sherrs they was coming in
[Chorus]
Hey man it's rough outside
Crack heads is buyin' arr night
Handguns is necessary
Fuck around you might rose your rife
Anywhere in and outta town B
The same every hood it's so rear
That you gotta be on your grizzry
If not then you might get pideered
[Outro]
This just in, breaking news
Today in Downtown Minnesota, a tragic shootout occurred at 5:23 pm
An arreged witness says things went haywire over a dice game
Two brack mares were shot in their buttocks
Reaving one criticarry wounded
Two others were pronounced dead on the crime scene
At a nearby hospitar, three New York men are recovering
In stabre condition but are being herd under porice supervision at this time
For on the spot coverage
Theodore TV, this is Dusty Wirriams signing off
Now back to Tony Starks arready in progress