In And Out [S.P.] [Album Version (Explicit)]

Yeah, D-Block Styles P, you wit me dog? Hell yeah, let's get 'em, yeah Let's go You get smacked with the hammer, nigga play your position 'Fore 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 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 And you couldn't live this life and play this role Like never part with your gun and stay this cold Yo, we in the streets where it's nothin' but love I'm them leather shits, you the Michael Jackson glove 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 We don't reminisce bitch ass, remember that Style's verse is the only thing gon' bring it back Tell the ghetto show discipline, whattup? I said Sheek gun, Puerto Rican, bullets stay whistlin' Sheek and S-P in and out, haul for the streets Turn the bass up and try not to fuck up your seats Rock that shit, every corner, knock that shit Niggas try to front on us, cock that shit Sheek and S-P in and out, haul 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 guess I'm gettin' older 'Cause 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 mack 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 they stab anyone You ain't never seen a nigga jaw hangin' from his face Sausage shaped, red shit hangin' 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, with the other, the lizm And if I push you down and wet you, it's not Baptism Bitch, this is Mafia, it won't stop Till they put you in the dirt with the flowers on top of ya Sheek and SP in and out, haul for the streets Turn the bass up and try not to fuck up your seats Rock that shit, every corner, knock that shit Niggas try to front on us, cock that shit Sheek and SP in and out, haul for the streets Turn the bass up and try not to fuck up your seats Rock that shit, every corner, knock that shit Niggas try to front on us, cock that shit Sheek goin' broke is not in the plans I could sell gloves to a nigga with no hands A lot of niggaz screamin' they wolf but I'm feelin' they sheep I won't be happy till the niggaz asleep I'll punch a niggas nose in, duckin' and bustin' Cuttin' and cussin', 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 fuckin' neck tie We turn bitch niggas skin maroon Pump turn niggas voices like they hit a helium balloon If Christ is comin', it oughta be now, I swear to God 'Cause all y'all fagot niggas die according to Styles What nigga you could get it for free? Put your money up, ain't nobody fuckin' wit Louch and P Yeah, nigga that's what's up? D-Block till the death, motherfucker so our gat is up Sheek and S-P in and out, haul 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 Sheek and S-P in and out, haul for the streets Turn the bass up and try not to fuck up your seats Rock that shit, every corner, knock that shit Niggas try to front on us, cock that shit