Thief's Theme

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One, two, who got more style than Son do?

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Yo, I'm hot like 95 Fahrenheit

On a summer night, tight spot where bodies rot

Rats drink from water drops in the streets, niggas

Little kids, scared cops with red dots

Philosophical gangsta, where violent priors

Goin' back like black and white TV's with pliers

Leanin' on broke down cars with flat tires

Flash iron on anybody tryin' on the blocks I'm supplyin' on

Madicon, my peeps, tie balloons up

Then swallow 'em in the penal, got goons, lots of 'em

Cops see them and run, don't want no drama

Certain parts of the streets, the beast don't want a part of

Martyr, hood haunted like the Dakota

Where John Lennon was shot up, but he sang for peace

He begged for freedom, hanged with 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', semi-automatic no hyphen

It's frightening

The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right

Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with

The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right

Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with

The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right

Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with

The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right

Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with

I take summers off 'cause I love winter beef

Started '87 with the shotty in the sheep

Three-quarter length beige, dressed to kill

Bust a shell at the ground, pellets hit the crowd

Nobody like a snitch, everybody shut they mouth

Woolrich, Carhart, gun powder stains

Smellin' like trees, sensimille on the brain

Schemin' on ya girls, bamboos on ya chain

Got ill up on the train, twistin' off a cap

Of a English in my vain, might of pushed you on the tracks

Deaf crack fiends, who can't speak, scream noises

'Cause she bought a jum of soap from one of my boys, it's

Just another day in the hood

And I'm, with some wild brothers, up to no good

We saw the movies, like Tony Montana, and 'em

But our style was let them piled in, we robbin 'em

Money dudes, make 'em come up out they shoes

Run they jewels, word is bond, while my man Nino gone

And I had to make a song speakin' on my old life

For the thief's who come out at night

The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right

Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with

The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right

Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with

The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right

Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with

The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right

Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with

One, two

Check, one, two

One, two

One, two

Check, one, two

One, two, who got more style than Son do?