Sheek Louch - In / Out Lyrics
Yo you gotta hear the sixteen I just laid B.G.Oh word, that shit a hit, that shit sound crazyYo check the phone man, the phone was ringin beforeYo this the Ghost right here my niggaDamn I missed my nigga call, check my messagesYeah this PTo erase this message press seven, to save it press nineStyles: Pick up ya goddamn phone man, I keep tryin to call youJesus Christ boy, oneYeah, D-BlockStyles 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[Styles P]Nigga I'll hawk your ass, wanna fit in my shoesAnd you cowards can't walk my path[SL]I don't know nobody *****in wit usI 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 roleLike never part with your gun and stay this cold[SL]Yo we in the streets where it's nothin but loveI'm them leather shits, you the Michael Jackson glove[SP]I'm in the hood cause I'm dedicatedIf I was you I woulda never made itI'm Holiday so I'm celebrated[SL]We don't reminisce ***** ass, remember thatStyles verse is the only thing gon bring it back[SP]Tell the ghetto show disciplineI said Sheek gun Puerto Rican, bullets stay whistlin[Chorus x2]Sheek and SP in and out, all for the streetsTurn the bass up and try not to ***** up your seatsRock that shit, every corner, knock that shitNiggaz try to front on us, ***** that shit[SL]I guess I'm gettin olderCause everybody that I thought was hot go inside the garbage folder[SP]And nigga I'm from D-Block, I'm on 3-5-4I keep my heat *****, and my blunt lit[SL]The mack out, take a piece of your back outRaise it to your cheek nigga, dare you to speak[SP]Shit I got plenty gunsAnd 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 faceSausage shaped red shit hangin from his waist[SP]Nigga I'm well connectedBy the time you hear this I'll be in jail but I probly got two cellsconnected[SL]Yack in one hand, the other the lizmAnd If I push you down and wet you it's not baptism[SP]***** this is mafiaIt 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 plansI could sell gloves to a nigga with no hands[SP]A lot of niggaz screamin they wolf, but I'm feelin they sheepI won't be happy til the niggaz asleep[SL]I'll punch a niggaz nose in, duckin and bustinCuttin and cussin, hold that you ***** ass nigga[SP]And I could make the best dieCut your throat open, pull your tongue through itThat's a *****in neck tie[SL]We turn ***** niggaz skin maroonPump turn niggaz voices like they hit a helium balloon[SP]If Christ is comin it oughta be now, I swear to GodCause all yall faggot niggaz die according to Styles[SL]What nigga you could get it for freePut your money up, ain't nobody *****in wit Louch and P[SP]Yeah nigga that's what's upD-Block til the death mother*****er so our gats is up[Chorus]
