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sheek louch - in and out (s.p.) lyrics

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yeah, d-block
styles p, you wit me dog?
h-ll yeah, let’s get ’em, yeah
let’s go

you get smacked with the hammer, n-gg- play your position
‘fore rigor mortis set in and you stay in position
n-gg-, i’ll hawk your -ss, wanna fit in my shoes
and you cowards can’t walk my path

i don’t know n-body f-ckin’ 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-ts, 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-tch -ss, 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 b-ss up and try not to f-ck up your seats
rock that sh-t, every corner, knock that sh-t
n-gg-z try to front on us, c-ck that sh-t

sheek and sp in and out, haul for the streets
turn the b-ss up and try not to f-ck up your seats
rock that sh-t, every corner, knock that sh-t
n-gg-z try to front on us, c-ck that sh-t

i guess i’m gettin older
’cause everybody that i thought was hot
go inside the garbage folder
and n-gg- i’m from d-block, i’m on 3, 5, 4
i keep my heat c-cked and my blunt lit

the mack out, take a piece of your back out
raise it to your cheek n-gg-, dare you to speak
sh-t, i got plenty guns
and thugs that’ll give a n-gg- a hug
and say they stab anyone

you ain’t never seen a n-gg- jaw hangin’ from his face
sausage shaped, red sh-t hangin’ from his waist
n-gg-, 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-tch, 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 b-ss up and try not to f-ck up your seats
rock that sh-t, every corner, knock that sh-t
n-gg-z try to front on us, c-ck that sh-t

sheek and sp in and out, haul for the streets
turn the b-ss up and try not to f-ck up your seats
rock that sh-t, every corner, knock that sh-t
n-gg-z try to front on us, c-ck that sh-t

sheek goin’ broke is not in the plans
i could sell gloves to a n-gg- with no hands
a lot of n-gg-z screamin’ they wolf but i’m feelin’ they sheep
i won’t be happy till the n-gg-z asleep

i’ll punch a n-gg-z nose in, duckin’ and bustin’
cuttin’ and cussin’, hold that, you b-tch -ss n-gg-
and i could make the best die
cut your throat open, pull your tongue through it
that’s a f-ckin’ neck tie

we turn b-tch n-gg-z skin maroon
pump turn n-gg-z 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-gg-z die according to styles

what n-gg- you could get it for free?
put your money up, ain’t n-body f-ckin’ wit louch and p
yeah, n-gg- that’s what’s up?
d-block till the death, motherf-cker so our gat is up

sheek and sp in and out, haul for the streets
turn the b-ss up and try not to f-ck up your seats
rock that sh-t, every corner, knock that sh-t
n-gg-z try to front on us, c-ck that sh-t

sheek and sp in and out, haul for the streets
turn the b-ss up and try not to f-ck up your seats
rock that sh-t, every corner, knock that sh-t
n-gg-z try to front on us, c-ck that sh-t

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