Who Sang In/Out (S.P.)? Sheek Louch feat. Styles P

Styles P Walk Witt Me cover art
Release information
Release Date: 2003-9-16
Genre: Hip Hop
Style: Gangsta
length: 4:30
Yo you gotta hear the sixteen I just laid B.G.
Oh word, that **** a hit, that **** sound crazy
Yo check the phone man, the phone was ringin before
Yo this the Ghost right here my *****
Damn I missed my ***** 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 ***** play your position
'fore ruger more done set it and you stay in in position

(Styles P)
***** I'll hawk your ***, want to fit in my shoes
And you cowards can't walk my path

I don't know nobody ****in 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 ***** ***, remember that
Styles verse is the only thing gon bring it back

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 **** up your seats
Rock that ****, every corner, knock that ****
*****z try to front on us, **** that ****

I guess I'm gettin older
Cause everybody that I thought was hot go inside the garbage folder

And ***** I'm from D-Block, I'm on 3-5-4
I keep my heat ****, and my blunt lit

The mack out, take a piece of your back out
Raise it to your cheek *****, dare you to speak

**** I got plenty guns
And thugs that'll give a ***** a hug and say they stab anyone

You ain't never seen a ***** jaw hangin from his face
Sausage shaped red **** hangin from his waist

***** I'm well connected
By the time you hear this I'll be in jail but I probly got two cells

Yack in one hand, the other the lizm
And If I push you down and wet you it's not baptism

***** this is mafia
It won't stop til they put you in the dirt with the flowers on top of ya

Sheek goin broke is not in the plans
I could sell gloves to a ***** with no hands

A lot of *****z screamin they wolf, but I'm feelin they sheep
I won't be happy til the *****z asleep

I'll punch a *****z nose in, duckin and bustin
Cuttin and cussin, hold that you ***** *** *****

And I could make the best die
Cut your throat open, pull your tongue through it
That's a ****in neck tie

We turn ***** *****z skin maroon
Pump turn *****z voices like they hit a helium balloon

If Christ is comin it oughta be now, I swear to God
Cause all why'all ****** *****z die according to Styles

What ***** you could get it for free
Put your money up, ain't nobody ****in wit Louch and P

Yeah ***** that's what's up
D-Block til the death ************ so our gats is up


CD 1
  • 1 For You
  • 2 Ok
  • 3 Turn It Up
  • 4 How Many Guns
  • 5 In/Out (S.P.)
  • 6 I Ain't Forget
  • 7 Walk Witt Me
  • 8 Crazzy
  • 9 Ten Hut
  • 10 How I Love You
  • 11 3-5-4 (Tarrentino)
  • 12 Don't Mean Nuthin'
  • 13 D-Block
  • 14 Mighty D-Block (2 Guns Up)