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