Thief’s Theme

Lyrics

[Intro] One, two Check, one, two One, two, who got more style than son do? Check, one, two [Verse 1] 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, with violent priors Going back like black and white TVs with pliers Leaning on broke down cars with flat tires Flash iron on anybody trying on the blocks I'm supplying on Maricón, my peeps tie ballons up and swallow 'em And the penile 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 banged for freedom, hanged with wild Jamaicans from Kingston, who drink Irish Moss Listening to Peter Winston McIntosh Lightning hits the top of the church steeple When I'm writing, semi-automatic, no hyphen, it's frightening [Chorus] 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 [Verse 2] 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 their mouth Woolrich, Carhartt, gun powder stains Smelling like trees, sensimille on the brain Scheming on your girls, bamboos on your chain Got ill up on the train, twisting off a cap Of Olde English, in my vain might've 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 pile, then we robbin 'em" Money dudes, make 'em come up out their shoes Run their jewels, word is bonds, where my man Nino going And I had to make a song, speaking on my old life For the thieves who come out at night [Chorus] 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 [Outro] One, two Check, one, two One, two Check, one, two One, two, who got more style than son do?