Thief's Theme

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Who got more style? The Son do

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Yo, I'm hot like ninety-five Fahrenheit

On a summer night, tight spot when bodies rot

Rats drink from water drops in the streets, ****

Little kids, scared cops with red dots

Philosophical gangsta, with violent priors

Going back with black and white TV's, with pliers

Leaning on broke-down cars with flat tires

Flash iron on anybody trying on the blocks I'm supplying on

Madicon, my peeps, tie balloons up

And 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 Jamaicans from Kingston

Who drank Irish Moss, listening to Peter Winston Machintosh

Lightning hits the top of the church steeple

When I'm writing, 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

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 a English in my vein

Might've pushed you on the tracks

Deaf crack fiends who can't speak, scream noises

'Cause she bought a drum 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' them

Money dudes make 'em come up out they shoes

Run they jewels, word is bond, that's why my man Nino gone

And I had to make a song, speaking on my old life

For the thieves 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

One, two

Check one, two, one, two

Who got more style? The son do