In and Out (S.P.)
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Yo, D-Block
Styles P, you with me dog?
Hell yeah
Let's get 'em, yo
You get smacked with the hammer nigga, play your position
For rigor mortis set in and you stay in position
Nigga I'll hawk your ass
Wanna fit in my shoes, and you cowards can't walk my path
And I don't know nobody fucking with us
I ain't Jerome Bettis, but if I hit you it's gon' feel like the bus
And you couldn't live this life and play this role
And like, never part with your gun and stay this cold
Yo, we in the streets where it's nothing but love
I'm them leather shits, you the Michael Jackson glove
I'm in the hood cuz I'm dedicated
If I was you I woulda never made it
I'm Holiday so I'm celebrated
Yo we don't reminisce bitch-ass, remember that
Styles verse is the only thing I'm bringing back
Tell the ghetto, show discipline
I said Sheek gun Puerto Rican, bullets stay whistling
Sheek and S.P., in and out, hard for the streets
Turn the bass up and try not to fuck up your seats
Rock that shit, every corner, knock that shit
Niggas tryna front on us, cock that shit
Sheek and S.P., in and out, hard for the streets
Turn the bass up and try not to fuck up your seats
Rock that shit, every corner, knock that shit
Niggas tryna front on us, cock that shit
Yo, yo, yo, I guess I'm getting older
Cuz everybody that I thought was hot go inside the garbage folder
And nigga I'm from D-Block
I'm on 3-5-4, I keep my heat cocked, and my blunt lit
The mac out, take a piece of your back out
Raise it to your cheek nigga, dare you to speak
Shit I got plenty guns
And thugs that'll give a nigga a hug and say he'll stab anyone
And you ain't never seen a nigga jaw hanging from his face
Sausage-shaped red shit hanging from his waist
Nigga 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, the other the 'lyssm
And if I push you down and wet you it's not baptism
Bitch this is mafia
It don't stop til they put you in the
Dirt with the flowers on top of ya
Sheek and S.P., in and out, hard for the streets
Turn the bass up and try not to fuck up your seats
Rock that shit, every corner, knock that shit
Niggas tryna front on us, cock that shit
Sheek and S.P., in and out, hard for the streets
Turn the bass up and try not to fuck up your seats
Rock that shit, every corner, knock that shit
Niggas tryna front on us, cock that shit
Yo, yo, Sheek going broke is not in the plans
I could sell gloves to a nigga with no hands
A lot of niggas screaming they wolf, but I'm feeling they sheep
I won't be happy til the nigga's asleep
I'm punching niggas nose in, ducking and busting
Cutting and cussing, hold that you bitch-ass nigga
And I could make the best die
Cut your throat open, pull your tongue
Through it, that's a fucking necktie
We turn bitch niggas skin maroon
Pump-turn niggas voices like they hit a helium balloon
If Christ is coming it oughta be now
I swear to God cuz all y'all faggot niggas die according to Styles
What nigga? You can get it for free
Put your money up, ain't nobody fucking with Louch and P
Yeah nigga that's what's up
D-Block to the death motherfucker so our gat's is up
Sheek and S.P., in and out, hard for the streets
Turn the bass up and try not to fuck up your seats
Rock that shit, every corner, knock that shit
Niggas tryna front on us, cock that shit
Sheek and S.P., in and out, hard for the streets
Turn the bass up and try not to fuck up your seats
Rock that shit, every corner, knock that shit
Niggas tryna front on us, cock that shit