Letra In/out (s.P.) (feat. syles p) Sheek Louch

In/out (s.P.) (feat. syles p)

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]