In/Out (S.P.) Sheek Louch (Ft. Styles P)

[Verse 1: Sheek Louch & Styles 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
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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
You get smacked with the hammer nigga play your position
Or rigamortis set in and you stay in 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 Jerome Bettis but if I hit you it's gon feel like "The Bus"
And you couldn't live this life and play this role
And 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
Styles verse is the only thing I'm bringin back
Tell the ghetto show discipline
I said Sheek gun Puerto Rican, bullets stay whistlin