Letra In / Out de Sheek Louch original

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

Yeah, D-Block
Styles 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 shoes
And you cowards can't walk my path

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

SP>
And you couldn't live this life and play this role
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 shits, 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 bitch ass, remember that
Styles verse is the only thing gon bring it back

SP>
Tell the ghetto show discipline
I said Sheek gun Puerto Rican, bullets stay whistlin

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

SL>
I guess I'm gettin older
Cause everybody that I thought was hot go inside the garbage folder

SP>
And nigga I'm from D-Block, I'm on 3-5-4
I keep my heat cock, and my blunt lit

SL>
The mack out, take a piece of your back out
Raise it to your cheek nigga, dare you to speak

SP>
Shit I got plenty guns
And 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 face
Sausage shaped red shit hangin from his waist

SP>
Nigga I'm well connected
By the time you hear this I'll be in jail but I probly got two cells
Connected

SL>
Yack in one hand, the other the lizm
And If I push you down and wet you it's not baptism

SP>
Bitch this is mafia
It 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 plans
I could sell gloves to a nigga with no hands

SP>
A lot of niggaz screamin they wolf, but I'm feelin they sheep
I won't be happy til the niggaz asleep

SL>
I'll punch a niggaz nose in, duckin and bustin
Cuttin and cussin, hold that you bitch ass nigga

SP>
And I could make the best die
Cut your throat open, pull your tongue through it
That's a fuckin neck tie

SL>
We turn bitch niggaz skin maroon
Pump turn niggaz voices like they hit a helium balloon

SP>
If Christ is comin it oughta be now, I swear to God
Cause all yall faggot niggaz die according to Styles

SL>
What nigga you could get it for free
Put your money up, ain't nobody fuckin wit Louch and P

SP>
Yeah nigga that's what's up
D-Block til the death motherfucker so our gats is up

Chorus>