Smoke One Productions - Heat of the Night lyrics

[Sinister] You might have seen me in the drop-top convertible Lex So what the heck I'm test to murder hood dweller A good fella represents Never hesitant to put the weight between your eyes 44 pounds of steel, real n***as recognize I k** at will like Q, tell me who's getting rude My click is some fools, thugs, and pimps, and playas too Got homies in grey and blue and got n***as in black I'll put a slug in his back and still ask him where your glove at Now he bustin' back, I must come strapped cause it's combat All the dust these n***as kicking we been there and done that Naw, f** that We rep on the track like World Order And we got the bombest sh**, n***a like Pearl Harbor I just wish that I could manslaughter (Who) The hater, are ya in danger of another k**er stranger Guess it's banger, check his chamber Scaring n***as at night, demonizing their mind Sneek up from behind, now is it Mr. Mike [Hook] In the heat of the night Ain't no time for stage fright You might make the front page if your game ain't tight So keep your hand on your Glock and get paid tonight It don't stop and Goodfellas is what I claim for life In the heat of the night Ain't no time for stage fright You might make the front page if your game ain't tight I got my sacks in my pocket and at least a grand Gold on my neck, my pistol's close at hand [Sinister] Vision me in the cut, middle corrupt and never giving a f** My verbal slang making n***as g**n and blaze up Hanging out the Range Rover with a hangover Test me, I'm deadly like Ebola, just another ghetto soldier Best be in the mist of the smoke, when n***as choke Fake thug n***as and drug dealers is getting revoked I left the world comatose from the streets of the East to the West Coast It's that Dirty South k**er that you heard about Suave took a murder route, I got your broad bout to turn her out She did my whole crew, can't f** you she burnt out In my third house converting dominos, swirving the Rolls Blessed, still dressed in mafia clothes A cold blooded k**er, a Southwest connect dealer Cruising for a bruising half Cuban, half n***a Blast quicker than any gun clapper on the mappa From MC to OG I'm the one they coming after [Hook] [Kadabi] Dark as the night, pitch black as the sky Dark as the AK, black skin means you die Wonder why night time is the wrong time you can get called up to Heaven Now we bailing, selling Through the streets only in the PM Kadabi notifies mister so we could see him In the back of our gambling shacks, straight yak Conversation with macks about stacks and counter-attacks [Corleone] I got a sack in my pocket and at least a G You couldn't see from close range, slang like c**aine More game than a Phoenix who fiend who reign supreme Continue the saga, we bring the drama to the scene We scheming in the heat of the night Pulling the heist between the lights Of street dwellers, G-fella for life, my game tight Hard to explain this Corleone and Sinister And Kadabi, you can't spot us in the heat of the night [Hook] (x2) Ahhh, in the heat of the night, in the heat of the night G-fellas, quiet like church mice, and it don't stop This sh** real, know what I'm saying this sh** is like do or die Goodfellas live fly ha ha, know what I'm saying My n***a Corleone, Kadabi, and the Sinister, G-fellas Mashing and bashing, blasting and broading ha ha