Nas - Thief's Theme |
Thief's Theme
One, two Check, one, two One, two, who got more style, the son do {One, two One, two, who got more style, the son do Check, one, two Check, one, two Yo I'm hot like 95 Fahrenheit On a summer night, tight spot where bodies rot Rats drink from water drops, in the streets niggaz Little kids scared cops, wit red dots Philosophical gangsta, where violent priors Leanin on broke down cars, wit flat tires Goin back like black and white TV's wit pliers And swallow 'em and the penal got goons, lots of 'em Flash iron, or anybody tryin on the blocks I'm supplyin on Cops see them and run, don't want no drama Mighty call, my peeps, tie ballons up Certain parts of the streets, the beast don't want a part of Where John Lennon was shot up, but he sang for peace Mortar, hood haunted like the Dakota He begged for freedom, hanged wit wild Jamicians From Kingston, who drink Irish Moss Listenin to Peter Winston, Machintosh Lightning hits the top of the church steeple When I'm writin, semiIt's frightening.... { The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right Understandable smooth shit, that murderers move wit The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right Understandable smooth shit, that murderers move wit The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right Understandable smooth shit, that murderers move wit Understandable smooth shit, that murderers move wit [Verse 2] I take summers off, cause I love winter beef Started '87, wit the shotty in the sheet ThreeBust a shell at the ground, pellets hit the crowd Nobody like a snitch, everybody shut they mouth Rule which car heart, gun powder stains Skeemin on ya girls, bamboozled on ya chain Smellin like trees, set some mill on the brain Got ill up on the train, twistin off a cap Of a English in my vain, might of pushed you on the tracks .... Just another day in the hood Death crack fiends, who can't speak, scream noises And I'm, wit some wild brothers, up to no good Cause you bought a drummer sooked, from one of my boys, it's We saw the movies, like Tony Montana, and 'em Money dudes, make 'em come up out they shoes But our style was let them piled in, we robbin 'em Run they jewels, word is bond, where my man Nino goin And I had to make a song, speakin on my old life For the thief's who come out at night One, two [Outro] Check, one, two {One, two One, two, who got more style, the son do {Check, one, two {*explosion*} |