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[Intro: P]
Ghost, Violence, it's that other kinda
This is mine right nigga, haha, oh yeah
(You thought the was safe)

1: Styles P]
Homicide goon with shit bags triple
I don't give a when Police get dispatched
Wicked nigga, you can me laugh when the click-clack
at me, you can see me smile when the kickback
Before rap, ask where my gun and my at
Got my on it then I ask where the strip at
Niggas got coke, then I ask where the at
Next that lies, the next rapper I'll click at
Bullet holes in your Louis
Get wrapped the fuck up, like a roll
Soft niggas get wet like the hole
nigga put my gun on goofy though

[Chorus:
Got my heat on my
And I'm ride
Trust me if you crossed that line man over
In the heat of the night man I'm ride
It get (cold, cold)
(Cold, cold)

2: Styles P]
My gun niggas like the way y'all burn Cali weed
Or the way a fat burner burns
a treadmill my 9 mil's the deadmill
You can fuck around and get your head (fuck around)
Or your dropped
You a goon, now G that can play any corner like the bus stop
Fuck and get your [?]
Had a on the floor like a dust mop
Still gettin' in the [?] spot
Cut you in the face with the we used to cutthroat
Hunnid shot gun about to make the buck pop
Shotguns next, you hit with the

Kody]
Got my heat on my
And I'm ride
me if you crossed that line man it's over
In the heat of the night man I'm ride
It get (cold, cold)
(Cold, cold)

[Verse 3: P]
Flyin' without a cape, right, I ain't on a safe
Underworld, turn into a Lycan in the late
Flyin' through the city in a [?] no lights
on, Nina on, probably got Tina on
I can't stand the rain or the
Nigga on drain for flippin' cocaine
But you smile when you smokin' and you off lanes
Sipping and you trickin' on dames
you go to Hell and you sittin' on flames
Type of shit I think about sittin' on
First class if I shit'll all change
All I do is get high 'cause is all strange

[Chorus:
Got my heat on my
And I'm ride
Trust me if you crossed that line man over
In the heat of the man I'm gonna ride
It get (cold, cold)
(Cold, cold)