Tonart: D minor
Verse 1
Am
You might have seen me
in this drop -top convertible Lex
Or what the heck,
come test a murder hood dweller
A good fella represents
Never hesitant to put the weight
between your eyes
I'm 44 pounds of steel
Real niggas recognize I kill
it, wheel like cube,
tell me who's getting rude
My clique is some fools, thugs and pimps,
got homies in grey and blue
And I got niggas in black,
I put a slug in his back and still last it
Now we bussing back,
I must come strapped cause it's combat
All the dust these niggas kicking,
we been there and done that
He up on the track like world order
and we got the ball and shit
Nigga like Pearl Harbor,
I just wished that I command slaughter
The hater, all year in danger
of another killer stranger
Check his chamber,
scaring niggas at night,
demonizing they mind
Sneak up from behind,
now is it Mr. Mighty?
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 the clock
and get paid tonight
It don't stop a good fella's
E
Am
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
Vision me in the cut,
mental corrupt
and never givin' a fuck
E
My verbal slang makin' niggas gang bang
Am
Hangin' out the Range
Rover with a hangover
Test me, I'm deadly like Ebola,
E
Am
just another ghetto soldier
In the midst of the smoke,
where niggas choke
Fake thug niggas and drug dealers
Am
I left the world comatose
From the streets of the
east to the west coast
It's that 30 South killer
that you heard about
So I took the murder rap
I got your broad bout to turn out
She did my whole crew,
can't fuck you, she burned out
In my third house convertin' dominoes,
swervin' a rose
But I'm still dressed in mafia clothes
A cold -blooded killer,
southwest connect -illa
Cruisin' for a bruisin' half -Cuban,
half -nigga
Blast quicker than any gun
clapper on the mappa
From MC to OG,
I'm the one, they comin' out
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 head on your block,
you'll get paid tonight
It don't stop a good fella's
G#aug
Am
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 six in my pocket
and at least a grand
Gold on my neck,
my pistol's close at hand
Dark as the night, pitch black as the sky
Dark as the AK,
black skin means you die
Wonder why nighttime is
the wrong time
You can get called up to heaven,
now we bellin'
Through the streets only in the PM
Kodabi notifies Mr. so we off the scene
In the back of our gambling shack
Straight yak, conversation with Max
About stacks and counter attack
I got a sack in my pocket
and at least a G
You couldn't see from close range,
slang like cocaine
Mogaine in my feed, it's a fiend
Who reigns supreme, continue to suck
We bring the drama to the scene,
we scheming in the heat of the night
Pulling the heist
between the lights and streets
Well a G fell in for life, my game's tight
Hard to explain, it's calling on the sinister
In Kodabi, you can't spot us
in the heat of the night
In the 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 block
and get paid tonight
It don't stop a good fella's
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 sex in my pocket
and at least a grand
E
Am
Gold on my neck, my pistols close at hand
In the heat of the night,
ain't no time for stage fright
E
You might make the front page
Am
if your game ain't tight
E
Am
So keep your hand on your block
and get paid tonight
It don't stop a good fella's
E
Am
what I claim for life
In the heat of the night,
ain't no time for stage fright
G#aug
E
You might make the front page
Am
if your game ain't tight
E
Em
I got my six in my pocket
Am
and at least a grand
Caug
Gold on my neck,
G#aug
Am
my pistol's close at hand
E
Ah, in the heat of the night
Am
G -Fellas, why I like church mops?
It don't stop
This shit is real,
you know what saying?
This shit is life, don't die
Goodfellas niggas fly,
you know what I'm saying?
My nigga Kona Young Koon,
Gadabi, and the Sinister
G -Fellas, smashing and bobbing,
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