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	Current version of Sheek Louch Lyrics In and Out (S.P.) (http://www.mp3lyrics.org/s/sheek-louch/in-out-sp/) Current version of the lyrics						Version 1 of Sheek Louch Lyrics In and Out (S.P.) (http://www.mp3lyrics.org/s/sheek-louch/in-out-sp/v1.html) Version 1 of the lyrics
1							Yo you gotta hear the sixteen I just laid B.G.	1
2							Oh word, that shit a hit, that shit sound crazy	2
3							Yo check the phone man, the	3
4							phone was ringin before	4
5							Yo this the Ghost right here my nigga	5
6							Damn I missed my nigga call, check my messages	6
7							Yeah this P	7
8							To erase this message press	8
9							seven, to save it press nine	9
10							Styles: Pick up ya goddamn phone man,	10
11							I keep tryin to call you	11
12							Jesus Christ boy, one	12
13								13
	Yeah, D-Block						Yeah, D-Block
1	Styles P, you wit me dog?						Styles P you wit me dog?	1
2	Hell yeah, let's get 'em, yeah						Hell yeah, let's get 'em, let's go	2
1	Let's go							1
3							[Sheek Louch]	3
4	You get smacked with the hammer, nigga play your position						You get smacked with the hammer	4
5	'Fore rigor mortis set in and you stay in position						nigga play your                              position	5
6	Nigga, I'll hawk your ass, wanna fit in my shoes						'fore ruger more done set it and	6
14							you stay in in position	14
15								15
16							[Styles P]	16
17							Nigga I'll hawk your ass, wanna fit in my shoes	17
	And you cowards can't walk my path						And you cowards can't walk my path
7	I don't know nobody fuckin' wit us						[SL]	7
8	I ain't Gerome Bettis, but if I hit you it's gon' feel like the bus						I don't know nobody fuckin wit us	8
9	And you couldn't live this life and play this role						I ain't Gerome Bettis but	9
10	Like never part with your gun and stay this cold						if I hit you it's gon feel	10
11							like the bus	11
2	Yo, we in the streets where it's nothin' but love							2
12	I'm them leather shits, you the Michael Jackson glove						[SP]	12
13	I'm in the hood 'cause I'm dedicated						And you couldn't live this	13
14	If I was you, I woulda never made it						life and play this role	14
15	I'm holiday, so I'm celebrated						Like never part with your	15
18							gun and stay this cold	18
19								19
20							[SL]	20
21							Yo we in the streets where it's nothin but love	21
22							I'm them leather shits, you the	22
23							Michael Jackson glove	23
24								24
25							[SP]	25
26							I'm in the hood cause I'm dedicated	26
27							If I was you I woulda never made it	27
28							I'm Holiday so I'm celebrated	28
29							[SL]	29
	We don't reminisce bitch ass, remember that						We don't reminisce bitch ass, remember that
16	Style's verse is the only thing gon' bring it back						Styles verse is the only	16
17	Tell the ghetto show discipline, whattup?						thing gon bring it back	17
3	I said Sheek gun, Puerto Rican, bullets stay whistlin'							3
4								4
5	Sheek and SP in and out, haul for the streets							5
6	Turn the bass up and try not to fuck up your seats							6
7	Rock that shit, every corner, knock that shit							7
8	Niggaz try to front on us, cock that shit							8
18	Sheek and SP in and out, haul for the streets						[SP]	18
19	Turn the bass up and try not to fuck up your seats						Tell the ghetto show discipline	19
30							I said Sheek gun Puerto Rican,	30
31							bullets stay whistlin	31
32								32
33							[Chorus x2]	33
34							Sheek and SP in and out, all for the streets	34
35							Turn the bass up and try not	35
36							to fuck up your seats	36
	Rock that shit, every corner, knock that shit						Rock that shit, every corner, knock that shit
	Niggaz try to front on us, cock that shit						Niggaz try to front on us, cock that shit
37							[SL]	37
	I guess I'm gettin older						I guess I'm gettin older
20	'Cause everybody that I thought was hot						Cause everybody that I thought	20
21	Go          inside the garbage folder						was hot go inside the garbage	21
22	And nigga I'm from D-Block, I'm on 3, 5, 4						folder	22
9	I keep my heat cocked and my blunt lit							9
38							[SP]	38
39							And nigga I'm from D-Block, I'm on 3-5-4	39
40							I keep my heat cock, and my blunt lit	40
41							[SL]	41
	The mack out, take a piece of your back out						The mack out, take a piece of your back out
	Raise it to your cheek nigga, dare you to speak						Raise it to your cheek nigga, dare you to speak
10	Shit, I got plenty guns							10
11	And thugs that'll give a nigga a hug							11
12	And say they stab anyone							12
23	You ain't never seen a nigga jaw hangin' from his face						[SP]	23
24	Sausage shaped, red shit hangin' from his waist						Shit I got plenty guns	24
25	Nigga, I'm well connected						And thugs that'll give a nigga a hug	25
26	By the time you hear this, I'll be in jail						and say they stab anyone	26
13	But I probably got two cells connected							13
14								14
15	Yack in one hand, with the other, the lizm							15
16	And if I push you down and wet you, it's not Baptism							16
17	Bitch, this is Mafia, it won't stop							17
18	Till they put you in the dirt with the flowers on top of ya							18
27	Sheek and SP in and out, haul for the streets						[SL]	27
28	Turn the bass up and try not to fuck up your seats						You ain't never seen a nigga	28
29	Rock that shit, every corner, knock that shit						jaw hangin from his face	29
30	Niggaz try to front on us, cock that shit						Sausage shaped red shit hangin from his waist	30
42								42
43							[SP]	43
44							Nigga I'm well connected	44
45							By the time you hear this	45
46							I'll be in jail but I probly	46
47							got two cells	47
48							connected	48
49								49
50							[SL]	50
51							Yack in one hand, the other the lizm	51
52							And If I push you down and wet	52
53							you it's not baptism	53
54								54
55							[SP]	55
56							Bitch this is mafia	56
57							It won't stop til they put you	57
58							in the dirt with the flowers	58
59							on top of ya	59
31	Sheek and SP in and out, haul for the streets						[Chorus]	31
19	Turn the bass up and try not to fuck up your seats							19
20	Rock that shit, every corner, knock that shit							20
21	Niggaz try to front on us, cock that shit							21
32	Sheek goin' broke is not in the plans						[SL]	32
60							Sheek goin broke is not in the plans	60
	I could sell gloves to a nigga with no hands						I could sell gloves to a nigga with no hands
22	A lot of niggaz screamin' they wolf but I'm feelin' they sheep							22
23	I won't be happy till the niggaz asleep							23
33	I'll punch a niggaz nose in, duckin' and bustin'						[SP]	33
34	Cuttin' and cussin', hold that, you bitch ass nigga						A lot of niggaz screamin they wolf,	34
61							but I'm feelin they sheep	61
62							I won't be happy til the niggaz asleep	62
63								63
64							[SL]	64
65							I'll punch a niggaz nose in, duckin and bustin	65
66							Cuttin and cussin, hold that	66
67							you bitch ass nigga	67
68								68
69							[SP]	69
	And I could make the best die						And I could make the best die
35	Cut your throat open, pull your tongue through it						Cut your throat open, pull	35
36	That's a fuckin' neck tie						your tongue through it	36
70							That's a fuckin neck tie	70
71							[SL]	71
	We turn bitch niggaz skin maroon						We turn bitch niggaz skin maroon
37	Pump turn niggaz voices like they hit a helium balloon						Pump turn niggaz voices like	37
38	If Christ is comin', it oughta be now, I swear to God						they hit a helium balloon	38
24	'Cause all y'all faggot niggaz die according to Styles							24
25								25
26	What nigga you could get it for free?							26
27	Put your money up, ain't nobody fuckin' wit Louch and P							27
28	Yeah, nigga that's what's up?							28
29	D-Block till the death, motherfucker so our gat is up							29
39	Sheek and SP in and out, haul for the streets						[SP]	39
40	Turn the bass up and try not to fuck up your seats						If Christ is comin it oughta	40
41	Rock that shit, every corner, knock that shit						be now, I swear to God	41
42	Niggaz try to front on us, cock that shit						Cause all yall faggot niggaz	42
72							die according to Styles	72
73								73
74							[SL]	74
75							What nigga you could get it for free	75
76							Put your money up, ain't nobody	76
77							fuckin wit Louch and P	77
78								78
79							[SP]	79
80							Yeah nigga that's what's up	80
81							D-Block til the death	81
82							motherfucker so our gats is up	82
43	Sheek and SP in and out, haul for the streets						[Chorus]	43
30	Turn the bass up and try not to fuck up your seats							30
31	Rock that shit, every corner, knock that shit							31
32	Niggaz try to front on us, cock that shit							32

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