Styles P - Heat of the Night (feat. Kody) Lyrics

[Intro: Styles P]Ghost, violence, it's that other kinda shitThis is mine right here nigga, haha, oh yeah(You thought the world was safe)[Verse 1: Styles P]Homicide goon with shit bags, triple niggasI don't give a fuck when Police get dispatchedWicked nigga, you can hear me laugh when the click-clackLook at me, you can see me smile when the kickbackBefore rap, ask where my gun and my clip atGot my hands on it, then I ask where the strip atNiggas got coke, then I ask where the bricks atNext rapper that lies, the next rapper I'll click atBullet holes in your Louis clothesGet wrapped the fuck up like a sushi rollSoft niggas get wet like the coochie holeCootie nigga put my gun on goofy though[Chorus: Kody]Got my heat on my side and I'm gonna rideTrust me if you crossed that line, man, it's overIn the heat of the night, man, I'm gonna rideIt get cold (cold, cold)(Cold, cold)[Verse 2: Styles P]My gun burn niggas like the way I burn Cali weedOr the way a fat burner burns caloriesFuck a treadmill, my 9 mil's the deadmillYou can fuck around and get your head spilled (fuck around)Or your guts droppedYou a goner, I'ma G that can play any corner like the bus stopFuck around and get your slug poppedHad a bitch on the floor like a dust mopStill gettin' money in the dusk spotCut you in the face with the blade we use to cut rockHunnid shot Tommy Gun about to make the buck popShotgun next, you hit with the buckshots[Chorus: Kody]Got my heat on my side and I'm gonna rideTrust me if you crossed that line, man, it's overIn the heat of the night, man, I'm gonna rideIt get cold (cold, cold)(Cold, cold)[Verse 3: Styles P]Flyin' without a cape, right, I ain't on a safe flightUnderworld, turn into a Lycan in the late nightFlyin' through the city in a seis, no brake lightsBeamer on, Nina on, probably got Tina onI can't stand the rain or the painNigga sippin' on drain for flippin' cocaineBut you smile when you smokin' and you whippin' all lanesSippin' champagne and you trickin' on damesWhen you go to Hell, are you sittin' on flames?Type of shit I think about sittin' on planesFirst class, if I crash, shit'll all changeAll I do is get high 'cause shit is all strange[Chorus: Kody]Got my heat on my side and I'm gonna rideTrust me if you crossed that line, man, it's overIn the heat of the night, man, I'm gonna rideIt get cold (cold, cold)(Cold, cold)