In/out (s.p.) Lyrics - Singles - Sheek Louch

Yo you gotta hear the sixteen I just laid B.G. 

Oh word, that shit a hit, that shit sound crazy 

Yo check the phone man, the phone was ringin before 

Yo this the Ghost right here my nigga 

Damn I missed my nigga call, check my messages 

Yeah this P 

To erase this message press seven, to save it press nine 

Styles: Pick up ya goddamn phone man, I keep tryin to call you 

Jesus Christ boy, one 

Yeah, D-Block 

Styles P you wit me dog? 

Hell yeah, let's get 'em, let's go 

(Sheek Louch) 

You get smacked with the hammer nigga play your position 

'fore ruger more done set it and you stay in in position 

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(Styles P) 

Nigga I'll hawk your ass, wanna fit in my shoes 

And you cowards can't walk my path 

(SL) 

I don't know nobody fuckin wit us 

I ain't Gerome Bettis but if I hit you it's gon feel like the bus 

(SP) 

And you couldn't live this life and play this role 

Like never part with your gun and stay this cold 

(SL) 

Yo we in the streets where it's nothin but love 

I'm them leather shits, you the Michael Jackson glove 

(SP) 

I'm in the hood cause I'm dedicated 

If I was you I woulda never made it 

I'm Holiday so I'm celebrated 

Photos 

(SL) 

We don't reminisce bitch ass, remember that 

Styles verse is the only thing gon bring it back 

(SP) 

Tell the ghetto show discipline 

I said Sheek gun Puerto Rican, bullets stay whistlin 

(Chorus x2) 

Sheek and SP in and out, all for the streets 

Turn the bass up and try not to fuck up your seats 

Rock that shit, every corner, knock that shit 

Niggaz try to front on us, cock that shit 

(SL) 

I guess I'm gettin older 

Cause everybody that I thought was hot go inside the garbage folder 

(SP) 

And nigga I'm from D-Block, I'm on 3-5-4 

I keep my heat cock, and my blunt lit 

(SL) 

The mack out, take a piece of your back out 

Raise it to your cheek nigga, dare you to speak 

(SP) 

Shit I got plenty guns 

And thugs that'll give a nigga a hug and say they stab anyone 

(SL) 

You ain't never seen a nigga jaw hangin from his face 

Sausage shaped red shit hangin from his waist 

(SP) 

Nigga I'm well connected 

By the time you hear this I'll be in jail but I probly got two cells 

connected 

(SL) 

Yack in one hand, the other the lizm 

And If I push you down and wet you it's not baptism 

(SP) 

Bitch this is mafia 

It won't stop til they put you in the dirt with the flowers on top of ya 

(Chorus) 

(SL) 

Sheek goin broke is not in the plans 

I could sell gloves to a nigga with no hands 

(SP) 

A lot of niggaz screamin they wolf, but I'm feelin they sheep 

I won't be happy til the niggaz asleep 

(SL) 

I'll punch a niggaz nose in, duckin and bustin 

Cuttin and cussin, hold that you bitch ass nigga 

(SP) 

And I could make the best die 

Cut your throat open, pull your tongue through it 

That's a fuckin neck tie 

(SL) 

We turn bitch niggaz skin maroon 

Pump turn niggaz voices like they hit a helium balloon 

(SP) 

If Christ is comin it oughta be now, I swear to God 

Cause all yall faggot niggaz die according to Styles 

(SL) 

What nigga you could get it for free 

Put your money up, ain't nobody fuckin wit Louch and P 

(SP) 

Yeah nigga that's what's up 

D-Block til the death motherfucker so our gats is up 

(Chorus)