[{"id":26428471,"name":"In and Out (S.P.)","trackName":"In and Out (S.P.)","artistName":"Sheek Louch","albumName":"Walk Witt Me","duration":269.908753,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo, D-Block\nStyles P, you with me dog?\nHell yeah\nLet's get 'em, yo\n\nYou get smacked with the hammer nigga, play your position\nFor rigor mortis set in and you stay in position\n\nNigga I'll hawk your ass\nWanna fit in my shoes, and you cowards can't walk my path\nAnd I don't know nobody fucking with us\nI ain't Jerome Bettis, but if I hit you it's gon' feel like the bus\nAnd you couldn't live this life and play this role\nAnd like, never part with your gun and stay this cold\n\nYo, we in the streets where it's nothing but love\nI'm them leather shits, you the Michael Jackson glove\nI'm in the hood cuz I'm dedicated\nIf I was you I woulda never made it\nI'm Holiday so I'm celebrated\nYo we don't reminisce bitch-ass, remember that\n\nStyles verse is the only thing I'm bringing back\nTell the ghetto, show discipline\n\nI said Sheek gun Puerto Rican, bullets stay whistling\n\nSheek and S.P., in and out, hard for the streets\nTurn the bass up and try not to fuck up your seats\nRock that shit, every corner, knock that shit\nNiggas tryna front on us, cock that shit\nSheek and S.P., in and out, hard for the streets\nTurn the bass up and try not to fuck up your seats\nRock that shit, every corner, knock that shit\nNiggas tryna front on us, cock that shit\n\nYo, yo, yo, I guess I'm getting older\nCuz everybody that I thought was hot go inside the garbage folder\n\nAnd nigga I'm from D-Block\nI'm on 3-5-4, I keep my heat cocked, and my blunt lit\nThe mac out, take a piece of your back out\nRaise it to your cheek nigga, dare you to speak\n\nShit I got plenty guns\nAnd thugs that'll give a nigga a hug and say he'll stab anyone\nAnd you ain't never seen a nigga jaw hanging from his face\nSausage-shaped red shit hanging from his waist\nNigga I'm well-connected\nBy the time you hear this I'll be in jail\nBut I probably got two cells connected\nYack in one hand, the other the 'lyssm\nAnd if I push you down and wet you it's not baptism\nBitch this is mafia\n\nIt don't stop til they put you in the\nDirt with the flowers on top of ya\n\nSheek and S.P., in and out, hard for the streets\nTurn the bass up and try not to fuck up your seats\nRock that shit, every corner, knock that shit\nNiggas tryna front on us, cock that shit\nSheek and S.P., in and out, hard for the streets\nTurn the bass up and try not to fuck up your seats\nRock that shit, every corner, knock that shit\nNiggas tryna front on us, cock that shit\n\nYo, yo, Sheek going broke is not in the plans\nI could sell gloves to a nigga with no hands\nA lot of niggas screaming they wolf, but I'm feeling they sheep\nI won't be happy til the nigga's asleep\n\nI'm punching niggas nose in, ducking and busting\nCutting and cussing, hold that you bitch-ass nigga\nAnd I could make the best die\nCut your throat open, pull your tongue\nThrough it, that's a fucking necktie\nWe turn bitch niggas skin maroon\nPump-turn niggas voices like they hit a helium balloon\nIf Christ is coming it oughta be now\nI swear to God cuz all y'all faggot niggas die according to Styles\n\nWhat nigga? You can get it for free\nPut your money up, ain't nobody fucking with Louch and P\n\nYeah nigga that's what's up\n\nD-Block to the death motherfucker so our gat's is up\n\nSheek and S.P., in and out, hard for the streets\nTurn the bass up and try not to fuck up your seats\nRock that shit, every corner, knock that shit\nNiggas tryna front on us, cock that shit\nSheek and S.P., in and out, hard for the streets\nTurn the bass up and try not to fuck up your seats\nRock that shit, every corner, knock that shit\nNiggas tryna front on us, cock that shit","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: In and Out (S.P.)\n  artist: Sheek Louch\n  album: Walk Witt Me\n  duration_ms: 269909\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yo, D-Block\n  Styles P, you with me dog?\n  Hell yeah\n  Let's get 'em, yo\n\n  You get smacked with the hammer nigga, play your position\n  For rigor mortis set in and you stay in position\n\n  Nigga I'll hawk your ass\n  Wanna fit in my shoes, and you cowards can't walk my path\n  And I don't know nobody fucking with us\n  I ain't Jerome Bettis, but if I hit you it's gon' feel like the bus\n  And you couldn't live this life and play this role\n  And like, never part with your gun and stay this cold\n\n  Yo, we in the streets where it's nothing but love\n  I'm them leather shits, you the Michael Jackson glove\n  I'm in the hood cuz I'm dedicated\n  If I was you I woulda never made it\n  I'm Holiday so I'm celebrated\n  Yo we don't reminisce bitch-ass, remember that\n\n  Styles verse is the only thing I'm bringing back\n  Tell the ghetto, show discipline\n\n  I said Sheek gun Puerto Rican, bullets stay whistling\n\n  Sheek and S.P., in and out, hard for the streets\n  Turn the bass up and try not to fuck up your seats\n  Rock that shit, every corner, knock that shit\n  Niggas tryna front on us, cock that shit\n  Sheek and S.P., in and out, hard for the streets\n  Turn the bass up and try not to fuck up your seats\n  Rock that shit, every corner, knock that shit\n  Niggas tryna front on us, cock that shit\n\n  Yo, yo, yo, I guess I'm getting older\n  Cuz everybody that I thought was hot go inside the garbage folder\n\n  And nigga I'm from D-Block\n  I'm on 3-5-4, I keep my heat cocked, and my blunt lit\n  The mac out, take a piece of your back out\n  Raise it to your cheek nigga, dare you to speak\n\n  Shit I got plenty guns\n  And thugs that'll give a nigga a hug and say he'll stab anyone\n  And you ain't never seen a nigga jaw hanging from his face\n  Sausage-shaped red shit hanging from his waist\n  Nigga I'm well-connected\n  By the time you hear this I'll be in jail\n  But I probably got two cells connected\n  Yack in one hand, the other the 'lyssm\n  And if I push you down and wet you it's not baptism\n  Bitch this is mafia\n\n  It don't stop til they put you in the\n  Dirt with the flowers on top of ya\n\n  Sheek and S.P., in and out, hard for the streets\n  Turn the bass up and try not to fuck up your seats\n  Rock that shit, every corner, knock that shit\n  Niggas tryna front on us, cock that shit\n  Sheek and S.P., in and out, hard for the streets\n  Turn the bass up and try not to fuck up your seats\n  Rock that shit, every corner, knock that shit\n  Niggas tryna front on us, cock that shit\n\n  Yo, yo, Sheek going broke is not in the plans\n  I could sell gloves to a nigga with no hands\n  A lot of niggas screaming they wolf, but I'm feeling they sheep\n  I won't be happy til the nigga's asleep\n\n  I'm punching niggas nose in, ducking and busting\n  Cutting and cussing, hold that you bitch-ass nigga\n  And I could make the best die\n  Cut your throat open, pull your tongue\n  Through it, that's a fucking necktie\n  We turn bitch niggas skin maroon\n  Pump-turn niggas voices like they hit a helium balloon\n  If Christ is coming it oughta be now\n  I swear to God cuz all y'all faggot niggas die according to Styles\n\n  What nigga? You can get it for free\n  Put your money up, ain't nobody fucking with Louch and P\n\n  Yeah nigga that's what's up\n\n  D-Block to the death motherfucker so our gat's is up\n\n  Sheek and S.P., in and out, hard for the streets\n  Turn the bass up and try not to fuck up your seats\n  Rock that shit, every corner, knock that shit\n  Niggas tryna front on us, cock that shit\n  Sheek and S.P., in and out, hard for the streets\n  Turn the bass up and try not to fuck up your seats\n  Rock that shit, every corner, knock that shit\n  Niggas tryna front on us, cock that shit\n"},{"id":39740779,"name":"In and Out (S.P.)","trackName":"In and Out (S.P.)","artistName":"Sheek Louch & Styles P","albumName":"Walk Witt Me","duration":270.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo, D-Block\n\nStyles P, you with me dog?\n\nHell yeah\n\nLet's get 'em, yo\n\nLet's go\n\nYou get smacked with the hammer nigga, play your position\n\nSmack nigga\n\nFor rigamortis set in and you stay in position\n\nSet in\nNigga I'll hawk your ass\nWanna fit in my shoes, and you cowards can't walk my path\n\nAnd I don't know nobody fuckin' with us\n\nI don't know nobody neither\n\nI ain't Jerome Bettis, but if I hit you it's gon' feel like the bus\n\nAnd you couldn't live this life and play this role\n\nNo doubt\n\nIn life, never part with your gun and stay this cold\n\nYo, we in the streets where it's nothin' but love\n\nWe in the streets, nothin' but love\n\nI'm them leather shits, you the Michael Jackson glove\n\nBitch\nI'm in the hood cause I'm dedicated\nIf I was you I woulda never made it\nI'm holiday, so I'm celebrated\n\nWe don't reminisce, bitch-ass, remember that\n\nRemember that\n\nStyles' verse is the only thing I'm bringin' back\n\nBring it back\nTell the ghetto show discipline\n\nWhat up?\n\nI said Sheek gun Puerto Rican bullets, they whistlin'\n\nSheek and SP in and out, hard for the streets\nTurn the bass up and try not to fuck up your seats\nRock that shit, every corner, knock that shit\nNiggas try and front on us, cock that shit\nSheek and SP in and out, hard for the streets\nTurn the bass up and try not to fuck up your seats\nRock that shit, every corner, knock that shit\nNiggas try and front on us, cock that shit\n\nYo, yo, yo, I guess I'm gettin' older\nCause everybody that I thought was hot go inside the garbage folder\n\nGarbage\nAnd nigga I'm from D-Block\n\nD-Block\n\nI'm on 3-5-4, I keep my heat cocked\nAnd my blunt lit\n\nThe Mac out, take a piece of your back out\nRaise it to your cheek, nigga, dare you to speak\n\nDare you\nShit I got plenty guns\n\nPlenty guns\n\nAnd thugs that'll give a nigga a hug\nAnd say they'll stab anyone\n\nAnd you ain't never seen a nigga jaw hangin' from his face\n\nNever, uh-uh\n\nSausage shaped red shit hangin' from his waist\n\nNigga I'm well-connected, by the time you hear this I'll be in jail\nBut I probably got two cells connected\n\nG-yeah\nGat in one hand, the other the lism\nAnd if I push you down and wet you it's not baptism\n\nBitch this is mafia\n\nMafia\n\nIt don't stop 'til they put you in the dirt\nWith the flowers on top of ya\n\nYo, yo\n\nSheek and SP in and out, hard for the streets\nTurn the bass up and try not to fuck up your seats\nRock that shit, every corner, knock that shit\nNiggas try and front on us, cock that shit\nSheek and SP in and out, hard for the streets\nTurn the bass up and try not to fuck up your seats\nRock that shit, every corner, knock that shit\nNiggas try and front on us, cock that shit\n\nYo, yo, Sheek goin' broke is not in the plans\nI could sell gloves to a nigga with no hands\n\nA lot of niggas screamin' they wolf, but I'm feelin' they sheep\nI won't be happy 'til the niggas asleep\n\nI'm punchin' niggas nose in, duckin' and bustin'\nCuttin' and cussin', hold that you bitch-ass nigga\n\nAnd I can make the best die\n\nBest die\n\nCut your throat open, pull your tongue through it\nThat's a fuckin' necktie\n\nWe turn a bitch nigga's skin maroon\nPump turn niggas voices like they hit a helium balloon\n\nIf Christ is comin' it oughta be now\nI swear to God cause all y'all faggot niggas die accordin' to Styles\n\nWhat nigga, you can get it for free\nPut your money up, ain't nobody fuckin' with Louch and P\n\nYeah nigga that's what's up\n\nThat's what's up\n\nD-Block to the death, motherfucker, so I gats up\n\nD-Block, yeah, yeah\n\nSheek and SP in and out, hard for the streets\nTurn the bass up and try not to fuck up your seats\nRock that shit, every corner, knock that shit\nNiggas try and front on us, cock that shit\nSheek and SP in and out, hard for the streets\nTurn the bass up and try not to fuck up your seats\nRock that shit, every corner, knock that shit\nNiggas try and front on us, cock that shit","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: In and Out (S.P.)\n  artist: Sheek Louch & Styles P\n  album: Walk Witt Me\n  duration_ms: 269909\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yo, D-Block\n\n  Styles P, you with me dog?\n\n  Hell yeah\n\n  Let's get 'em, yo\n\n  Let's go\n\n  You get smacked with the hammer nigga, play your position\n\n  Smack nigga\n\n  For rigamortis set in and you stay in position\n\n  Set in\n  Nigga I'll hawk your ass\n  Wanna fit in my shoes, and you cowards can't walk my path\n\n  And I don't know nobody fuckin' with us\n\n  I don't know nobody neither\n\n  I ain't Jerome Bettis, but if I hit you it's gon' feel like the bus\n\n  And you couldn't live this life and play this role\n\n  No doubt\n\n  In life, never part with your gun and stay this cold\n\n  Yo, we in the streets where it's nothin' but love\n\n  We in the streets, nothin' but love\n\n  I'm them leather shits, you the Michael Jackson glove\n\n  Bitch\n  I'm in the hood cause I'm dedicated\n  If I was you I woulda never made it\n  I'm holiday, so I'm celebrated\n\n  We don't reminisce, bitch-ass, remember that\n\n  Remember that\n\n  Styles' verse is the only thing I'm bringin' back\n\n  Bring it back\n  Tell the ghetto show discipline\n\n  What up?\n\n  I said Sheek gun Puerto Rican bullets, they whistlin'\n\n  Sheek and SP in and out, hard for the streets\n  Turn the bass up and try not to fuck up your seats\n  Rock that shit, every corner, knock that shit\n  Niggas try and front on us, cock that shit\n  Sheek and SP in and out, hard for the streets\n  Turn the bass up and try not to fuck up your seats\n  Rock that shit, every corner, knock that shit\n  Niggas try and front on us, cock that shit\n\n  Yo, yo, yo, I guess I'm gettin' older\n  Cause everybody that I thought was hot go inside the garbage folder\n\n  Garbage\n  And nigga I'm from D-Block\n\n  D-Block\n\n  I'm on 3-5-4, I keep my heat cocked\n  And my blunt lit\n\n  The Mac out, take a piece of your back out\n  Raise it to your cheek, nigga, dare you to speak\n\n  Dare you\n  Shit I got plenty guns\n\n  Plenty guns\n\n  And thugs that'll give a nigga a hug\n  And say they'll stab anyone\n\n  And you ain't never seen a nigga jaw hangin' from his face\n\n  Never, uh-uh\n\n  Sausage shaped red shit hangin' from his waist\n\n  Nigga I'm well-connected, by the time you hear this I'll be in jail\n  But I probably got two cells connected\n\n  G-yeah\n  Gat in one hand, the other the lism\n  And if I push you down and wet you it's not baptism\n\n  Bitch this is mafia\n\n  Mafia\n\n  It don't stop 'til they put you in the dirt\n  With the flowers on top of ya\n\n  Yo, yo\n\n  Sheek and SP in and out, hard for the streets\n  Turn the bass up and try not to fuck up your seats\n  Rock that shit, every corner, knock that shit\n  Niggas try and front on us, cock that shit\n  Sheek and SP in and out, hard for the streets\n  Turn the bass up and try not to fuck up your seats\n  Rock that shit, every corner, knock that shit\n  Niggas try and front on us, cock that shit\n\n  Yo, yo, Sheek goin' broke is not in the plans\n  I could sell gloves to a nigga with no hands\n\n  A lot of niggas screamin' they wolf, but I'm feelin' they sheep\n  I won't be happy 'til the niggas asleep\n\n  I'm punchin' niggas nose in, duckin' and bustin'\n  Cuttin' and cussin', hold that you bitch-ass nigga\n\n  And I can make the best die\n\n  Best die\n\n  Cut your throat open, pull your tongue through it\n  That's a fuckin' necktie\n\n  We turn a bitch nigga's skin maroon\n  Pump turn niggas voices like they hit a helium balloon\n\n  If Christ is comin' it oughta be now\n  I swear to God cause all y'all faggot niggas die accordin' to Styles\n\n  What nigga, you can get it for free\n  Put your money up, ain't nobody fuckin' with Louch and P\n\n  Yeah nigga that's what's up\n\n  That's what's up\n\n  D-Block to the death, motherfucker, so I gats up\n\n  D-Block, yeah, yeah\n\n  Sheek and SP in and out, hard for the streets\n  Turn the bass up and try not to fuck up your seats\n  Rock that shit, every corner, knock that shit\n  Niggas try and front on us, cock that shit\n  Sheek and SP in and out, hard for the streets\n  Turn the bass up and try not to fuck up your seats\n  Rock that shit, every corner, knock that shit\n  Niggas try and front on us, cock that shit\n"},{"id":38266127,"name":"In and Out (S.P.) [feat. Styles P]","trackName":"In and Out (S.P.) [feat. 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[feat. Styles P]\n  artist: Sheek Louch\n  album: Walk Witt Me\n  duration_ms: 269840\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yo, D-Block\n\n  Styles P, you with me dog?\n\n  Hell yeah\n\n  Let's get 'em, yo\n\n  Let's go\n\n  You get smacked with the hammer nigga, play your position\n\n  Smack nigga\n\n  For rigamortis set in and you stay in position\n\n  Set in\n  Nigga I'll hawk your ass\n  Wanna fit in my shoes, and you cowards can't walk my path\n\n  And I don't know nobody fuckin' with us\n\n  I don't know nobody neither\n\n  I ain't Jerome Bettis, but if I hit you it's gon' feel like the bus\n\n  And you couldn't live this life and play this role\n\n  No doubt\n\n  In life, never part with your gun and stay this cold\n\n  Yo, we in the streets where it's nothin' but love\n\n  We in the streets, nothin' but love\n\n  I'm them leather shits, you the Michael Jackson glove\n\n  Bitch\n  I'm in the hood cause I'm dedicated\n  If I was you I woulda never made it\n  I'm holiday, so I'm celebrated\n\n  We don't reminisce, bitch-ass, remember that\n\n  Remember that\n\n  Styles' verse is the only thing I'm bringin' back\n\n  Bring it back\n  Tell the ghetto show discipline\n\n  What up?\n\n  I said Sheek gun Puerto Rican bullets, they whistlin'\n\n  Sheek and SP in and out, hard for the streets\n  Turn the bass up and try not to fuck up your seats\n  Rock that shit, every corner, knock that shit\n  Niggas try and front on us, cock that shit\n  Sheek and SP in and out, hard for the streets\n  Turn the bass up and try not to fuck up your seats\n  Rock that shit, every corner, knock that shit\n  Niggas try and front on us, cock that shit\n\n  Yo, yo, yo, I guess I'm gettin' older\n  Cause everybody that I thought was hot go inside the garbage folder\n\n  Garbage\n  And nigga I'm from D-Block\n\n  D-Block\n\n  I'm on 3-5-4, I keep my heat cocked\n  And my blunt lit\n\n  The Mac out, take a piece of your back out\n  Raise it to your cheek, nigga, dare you to speak\n\n  Dare you\n  Shit I got plenty guns\n\n  Plenty guns\n\n  And thugs that'll give a nigga a hug\n  And say they'll stab anyone\n\n  And you ain't never seen a nigga jaw hangin' from his face\n\n  Never, uh-uh\n\n  Sausage shaped red shit hangin' from his waist\n\n  Nigga I'm well-connected, by the time you hear this I'll be in jail\n  But I probably got two cells connected\n\n  G-yeah\n  Gat in one hand, the other the lism\n  And if I push you down and wet you it's not baptism\n\n  Bitch this is mafia\n\n  Mafia\n\n  It don't stop 'til they put you in the dirt\n  With the flowers on top of ya\n\n  Yo, yo\n\n  Sheek and SP in and out, hard for the streets\n  Turn the bass up and try not to fuck up your seats\n  Rock that shit, every corner, knock that shit\n  Niggas try and front on us, cock that shit\n  Sheek and SP in and out, hard for the streets\n  Turn the bass up and try not to fuck up your seats\n  Rock that shit, every corner, knock that shit\n  Niggas try and front on us, cock that shit\n\n  Yo, yo, Sheek goin' broke is not in the plans\n  I could sell gloves to a nigga with no hands\n\n  A lot of niggas screamin' they wolf, but I'm feelin' they sheep\n  I won't be happy 'til the niggas asleep\n\n  I'm punchin' niggas nose in, duckin' and bustin'\n  Cuttin' and cussin', hold that you bitch-ass nigga\n\n  And I can make the best die\n\n  Best die\n\n  Cut your throat open, pull your tongue through it\n  That's a fuckin' necktie\n\n  We turn a bitch nigga's skin maroon\n  Pump turn niggas voices like they hit a helium balloon\n\n  If Christ is comin' it oughta be now\n  I swear to God cause all y'all faggot niggas die accordin' to Styles\n\n  What nigga, you can get it for free\n  Put your money up, ain't nobody fuckin' with Louch and P\n\n  Yeah nigga that's what's up\n\n  That's what's up\n\n  D-Block to the death, motherfucker, so I gats up\n\n  D-Block, yeah, yeah\n\n  Sheek and SP in and out, hard for the streets\n  Turn the bass up and try not to fuck up your seats\n  Rock that shit, every corner, knock that shit\n  Niggas try and front on us, cock that shit\n  Sheek and SP in and out, hard for the streets\n  Turn the bass up and try not to fuck up your seats\n  Rock that shit, every corner, knock that shit\n  Niggas try and front on us, cock that shit\n"}]