Sheek Louch - In And Out (S.P.) lyrics

Yeah, D-Block Styles P, you wit me dog? Hell yeah, let's get 'em, yeah Let's go You get smacked with the hammer, n***a play your position 'Fore rigor mortis set in and you stay in position n***a, I'll hawk your a**, wanna fit in my shoes And you cowards can't walk my path I don't know nobody f**in' wit us I ain't Gerome Bettis, but if I hit you it's gon' feel like the bus And you couldn't live this life and play this role Like never part with your gun and stay this cold Yo, we in the streets where it's nothin' but love I'm them leather sh**s, you the Michael Jackson glove 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 We don't reminisce b**h a**, remember that Style's verse is the only thing gon' bring it back Tell the ghetto show discipline, whattup? I said Sheek gun, Puerto Rican, bullets stay whistlin' Sheek and SP in and out, haul for the streets Turn the ba** up and try not to f** up your seats Rock that sh**, every corner, knock that sh** n***as try to front on us, co*k that sh** Sheek and SP in and out, haul for the streets Turn the ba** up and try not to f** up your seats Rock that sh**, every corner, knock that sh** n***as try to front on us, co*k that sh** I guess I'm gettin older 'Cause everybody that I thought was hot Go inside the garbage folder And n***a I'm from D-Block, I'm on 3, 5, 4 I keep my heat co*ked and my blunt lit The mack out, take a piece of your back out Raise it to your cheek n***a, dare you to speak sh**, I got plenty guns And thugs that'll give a n***a a hug And say they stab anyone You ain't never seen a n***a jaw hangin' from his face Sausage shaped, red sh** hangin' from his waist n***a, I'm well connected By the time you hear this, I'll be in jail But I probably got two cells connected Yack in one hand, with the other, the lizm And if I push you down and wet you, it's not Baptism b**h, this is Mafia, it won't stop Till they put you in the dirt with the flowers on top of ya Sheek and SP in and out, haul for the streets Turn the ba** up and try not to f** up your seats Rock that sh**, every corner, knock that sh** n***as try to front on us, co*k that sh** Sheek and SP in and out, haul for the streets Turn the ba** up and try not to f** up your seats Rock that sh**, every corner, knock that sh** n***as try to front on us, co*k that sh** Sheek goin' broke is not in the plans I could sell gloves to a n***a with no hands A lot of n***as screamin' they wolf but I'm feelin' they sheep I won't be happy till the n***as asleep I'll punch a n***as nose in, duckin' and bustin' Cuttin' and cussin', hold that, you b**h a** n***a And I could make the best die Cut your throat open, pull your tongue through it That's a f**in' neck tie We turn b**h n***as skin maroon Pump turn n***as voices like they hit a helium balloon If Christ is comin', it oughta be now, I swear to God 'Cause all y'all f*ggot n***as die according to Styles What n***a you could get it for free? Put your money up, ain't nobody f**in' wit Louch and P Yeah, n***a that's what's up? D-Block till the d**h, motherf**er so our gat is up Sheek and SP in and out, haul for the streets Turn the ba** up and try not to f** up your seats Rock that sh**, every corner, knock that sh** n***as try to front on us, co*k that sh** Sheek and SP in and out, haul for the streets Turn the ba** up and try not to f** up your seats Rock that sh**, every corner, knock that sh** n***as try to front on us, co*k that sh**