Ghostface Killah is critically acclaimed for his loud, fast-paced flow, and his stream-of-consciousness narratives containing cryptic slang and non-sequiturs.
Ghostface Killah was raised in the Stapleton housing projects in Staten Island, New York. In his autobiographical song "All That I Got Is You", Ghost tells the story of his childhood. He raps about how he grew up in a three bedroom apartment without his father, who left him at the age of six. Apparently, his mother had nine children.
His stage name was taken from one of the characters in the 1979 kung fu film Mystery of Chessboxing.
He was also a close friend of the three founding members of Wu-tang clan
Outta Town Shit
Ghostface Killah Lyrics
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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
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 be
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 see
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 be
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
The lyrics to Ghostface Killah & Raekwon's song Outta Town Shit depict a world of violence and danger in which the singers are constantly under threat from guns and drugs. The singers describe themselves as being tough and resilient, having survived getting shot and being involved in deadly situations. They also describe their life on the streets, where they carry guns and sell them illegally, using fake identities and no documentation. The chorus of the song emphasizes the dangers of the environment, warning that crack heads are buying drugs all night and handguns are necessary for survival.
In the second verse, the lyrics describe a situation in which the singers are playing dice, but tensions quickly rise and gunfire breaks out. There are casualties on both sides, and the singers make a narrow escape. The lyrics emphasize the high stakes and intense danger of life in this environment, where even a friendly game of dice can quickly turn deadly.
Overall, the lyrics to Outta Town Shit paint a vivid picture of a world marked by violence, danger, and desperation. The singers describe themselves as hardened survivors, but also acknowledge the constant threat they face from those around them, living a life where death could come at any moment.
Line by Line Meaning
I'm six foot two and a half
I am tall
With shoes on make it three even
With my shoes on, I am even taller
Been shot but I'm still breathing
I have survived being shot
Sent niggaz back to Pittsburgh
I forced someone to leave a certain area, back to Pittsburgh
With they necks wrapped up no lie
I seriously hurt or killed someone by wrapping their neck up
See that's what happens when slugs fly
That is the consequence of gun violence
Doves cry when a thug dies
People mourn when someone is killed
It might rain if you're a love guy
Love brings unpredictable consequences
Glocks we tote 'em in belong pawn shops where we resold 'em
We carry and sell guns
And going in we let the fiends hold 'em
We give drugs to addicted people to gain their trust
Fake aliases, no driver's license or socials
We use fake names to avoid being caught by the law
But we cold cheek shit, so many hammers left the clerk speechless
We steal items from stores so frequently that it has become easy
Outdoors my niggaz is dirty
My friends are criminals
Rollin' smoke
Smoking marijuana
in the back seat sippin' orange juice
Drinking orange juice in the back seat of a car
Bumping Blackstreet, suede wallets, Wallabees
Listening to music and wearing specific clothing
Pea soup Clarks, music blastin', laughin' with the whip in park
Wearing specific shoes and having fun in a parked car
Bodies for lunch, they eat those
We commit violent crimes
Old school guns is like old albums, clean 'em and they keep goin'
Old guns and albums last a long time with proper upkeep
Hey man it's rough outside
The world is a difficult place
Crack heads is buyin' all night
Drug addiction is prevalent
Handguns is necessary
It is important to carry a gun
Fuck around you might lose your life
Not being careful could result in death
Anywhere in and outta town be
Danger is everywhere
The same every hood it's so real
Every neighborhood has its own dangerous elements
That you gotta be on your grizzly
You have to be alert and prepared
If not then you might get pideeled
If you are not careful, you could become a victim of violence
Two black males were shot in their buttocks
Two men were shot
Leaving one critically wounded
One man was seriously injured
Two others were pronounced dead on the crime scene
Two men were killed
At a nearby hospital, three New York men are recovering
Three men from New York are receiving medical treatment
In stable condition but are being held under police supervision at this time
The men are stable but under police watch
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