Heat Of The Night Lyrics - Styles P

[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 

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[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 y'all 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 spill (fuck around) 

Or your guts dropped 

You a goon, now I'ma G that can play any corner like the bus stop 

Fuck around and get your [?] 

Had a bitch on the floor like a dust mop 

Still gettin' money in the [?] spot 

Cut you in the face with the blade we used to cutthroat 

Hunnid shot tommy gun about to make the buck pop 

Shotguns next, you hit with the buckshots 

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[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 [?] no brake lights 

Beamer on, Nina on, probably got Tina on 

I can't stand the rain or the pain 

Nigga sipping on drain for flippin' cocaine 

But you smile when you smokin' and you whippin' off lanes 

Sipping champagne and you trickin' on dames 

When you go to Hell and 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)