Heat of the Night

Lyrics

[Intro: Styles P] Ghost, violence, it's that other kinda shit This is mine right here nigga, haha, oh yeah (You thought the world was safe) [Verse 1: Styles P] Homicide goon with shit bags, triple niggas I don't give a fuck when Police get dispatched Wicked nigga, you can hear me laugh when the click-clack Look at me, you can see me smile when the kickback Before rap, ask where my gun and my clip at Got my hands on it, then I ask where the strip at Niggas got coke, then I ask where the bricks at Next rapper that lies, the next rapper I'll click at Bullet holes in your Louis clothes Get wrapped the fuck up like a sushi roll Soft niggas get wet like the coochie hole Cootie nigga put my gun on goofy though [Chorus: Kody] Got my heat on my side and I'm gonna ride Trust me if you crossed that line, man, it's over In the heat of the night, man, I'm gonna ride It get cold (cold, cold) (Cold, cold) [Verse 2: Styles P] My gun burn niggas like the way I burn Cali weed Or the way a fat burner burns calories Fuck a treadmill, my 9 mil's the deadmill You can fuck around and get your head spilled (fuck around) Or your guts dropped You a goner, I'ma G that can play any corner like the bus stop Fuck around and get your slug popped Had a bitch on the floor like a dust mop Still gettin' money in the dusk spot Cut you in the face with the blade we use to cut rock Hunnid shot Tommy Gun about to make the buck pop Shotgun next, you hit with the buckshots [Chorus: Kody] Got my heat on my side and I'm gonna ride Trust me if you crossed that line, man, it's over In the heat of the night, man, I'm gonna ride It get cold (cold, cold) (Cold, cold) [Verse 3: Styles P] Flyin' without a cape, right, I ain't on a safe flight Underworld, turn into a Lycan in the late night Flyin' through the city in a seis, no brake lights Beamer on, Nina on, probably got Tina on I can't stand the rain or the pain Nigga sippin' on drain for flippin' cocaine But you smile when you smokin' and you whippin' all lanes Sippin' champagne and you trickin' on dames When you go to Hell, are you sittin' on flames? Type of shit I think about sittin' on planes First class, if I crash, shit'll all change All I do is get high 'cause shit is all strange [Chorus: Kody] Got my heat on my side and I'm gonna ride Trust me if you crossed that line, man, it's over In the heat of the night, man, I'm gonna ride It get cold (cold, cold) (Cold, cold)