In Out (S.P.) Lyrics
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
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Yeah, D-Block
Styles P you wit me dog?
Hell yeah, let's get 'em, let's go
<i>[Sheek Louch]
You get smacked with the hammer nigga play your position
'fore ruger more done set it and you stay in in position
<i>[Styles P]
Nigga I'll hawk your ass, wanna fit in my shoes
And you cowards can't walk my path
<i>[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
<i>[SP]
And you couldn't live this life and play this role
Like never part with your gun and stay this cold
<i>[SL]
Yo we in the streets where it's nothin but love
I'm them leather shits, you the Michael Jackson glove
<i>[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
<i>[SL]
We don't reminisce bitch ass, remember that
Styles verse is the only thing gon bring it back
<i>[SP]
Tell the ghetto show discipline
I said Sheek gun Puerto Rican, bullets stay whistlin
<i>[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
<i>[SL]
I guess I'm gettin older
Cause everybody that I thought was hot go inside the garbage folder
<i>[SP]
And nigga I'm from D-Block, I'm on 3-5-4
I keep my heat cock, and my blunt lit
<i>[SL]
The mack out, take a piece of your back out
Raise it to your cheek nigga, dare you to speak
<i>[SP]
Shit I got plenty guns
And thugs that'll give a nigga a hug and say they stab anyone
<i>[SL]
You ain't never seen a nigga jaw hangin from his face
Sausage shaped red shit hangin from his waist
<i>[SP]
Nigga I'm well connected
By the time you hear this I'll be in jail but I probly got two cells
connected
<i>[SL]
Yack in one hand, the other the lizm
And If I push you down and wet you it's not baptism
<i>[SP]
Bitch this is mafi