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

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yo you gotta hear the sixteen i just laid b.g
oh word, that sh-t a hit, that sh-t sound crazy
yo check the phone man, the phone was ringin before
yo this the ghost right here my n-gga
d-mn i missed my n-gga call, check my messages
yeah this p
to erase this message press seven, to save it press nine
styles: pick up ya godd-mn phone man, i keep tryin to call you
jesus christ boy, one

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

[sheek louch]
you get smacked with the hammer n-gga play your position
or rigamortis set in and you stay in in position

[styles p]
n-gga i’ll hawk your -ss, wanna fit in my shoes
and you cowards can’t walk my path

[sl]
i don’t know n0body f-ckin wit us
i ain’t jerome 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
and 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 sh-ts, 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

[sl]
we don’t reminisce b-tch -ss, remember that
styles verse is the only thing i’m bringin back

[sp]
tell the ghetto show discipline
i said sheek gun puerto rican, bullets stay whistlin

[hook x2]
sheek and sp in and out, hard 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-ggas try to front on us, c-ck that sh-t

[sl]
i guess i’m gettin older
cause everybody that i thought was hot go inside the garbage folder

[sp]
and n-gga i’m from d-block, i’m on 3-5-4
i keep my heat c-cked, and my blunt lit

[sl]
the mack out, take a piece of your back out
raise it to your cheek n-gga, dare you to speak

[sp]
sh-t i got plenty guns
and thugs that’ll give a n-gga a hug and say they stab anyone

[sl]
you ain’t never seen a n-gga jaw hangin from his face
sausage shaped red sh-t hangin from his waist

[sp]
n-gga i’m well connected
by the time you hear this i’ll be in jail
but i probly got two cells connected

[sl]
yak in one hand, the other the lizm
and if i push you down and wet you it’s not baptism

[sp]
b-tch this is mafia
it won’t stop til they put you in the dirt
with the flowers on top of ya

[hook]

[sl]
sheek goin broke is not in the plans
i could sell gloves to a n-gga with no hands

[sp]
a lot of n-ggas screamin they wolf, but i’m feelin they sheep
i won’t be happy til the n-ggas is sleep

[sl]
i’ll punch a n-ggas nose in, duckin and bustin
cuttin and cussin, hold that you b-tch -ss n-gga

[sp]
and i could make the best die
cut your throat open, pull your tongue through it
that’s a f-ckin neck tie

[sl]
we turn b-tch n-ggas skin maroon
pump turn n-ggas voices like they hit a helium balloon

[sp]
if christ is comin it oughta be now, i swear to god
cause all yall f-ggot n-ggas die according to styles

[sl]
what n-gga you could get it for free
put your money up, ain’t n0body f-ckin wit louch and p

[sp]
yeah n-gga that’s what’s up
d-block til the death motherf-cker so our gats is up

[hook]

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