In-out 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

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
Or rigamortis set in 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 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 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 I'm bringin back

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

[Chorus x2]
Sheek and SP in and out, hard for the streets
Turn the bass up and try not to f*ck 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 cocked, 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]
Yak 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 is sleep

[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 f*ckin 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 f*ckin wit Louch and P

[SP]
Yeah nigga that's what's up
D-Block til the death motherf*cker so our gats is up

[Chorus]

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