Nas

Nas - Thief's Theme songtekst

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[Intro]



                      One, two



                      Check, one, two



                      One, two, who got more style, the son do



                      [rewind]



                      One, two



                      Check, one, two



                      One, two, who got more style, the 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 niggaz



                      Little kids scared cops, wit bread dots



                      Philosophical gangsta, where violent priors



                      Goin back like black and white TV's wit pliers



                      Leanin on broke down cars, wit flat tires



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



                      Mighty call, my peeps, tie ballons up



                      And swallow 'em and 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



                      Mortar, hood haunted like the Dakota



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



                      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, semi-automatic no hyphen



                      It's frightening.... [scratches]

                    [Chorus]



                      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



                      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

                    [Verse 2]



                      I take summers off, cause I love winter beef



                      Started '87, wit the shotty in the sheet



                      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



                      Rule which car heart, gun powder stains



                      Smellin like trees, set some mill on the brain



                      Skeemin on ya girls, bamboozled 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



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



                      Cause you bought a drummer sooked, from one of my boys, it's



                      .... Just another day in the hood



                      And I'm, wit 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, 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

                    [Chorus]



                      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



                      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

                    [Outro]



                      One, two



                      Check, one, two [echoes]



                      One, two



                      Check, one, two



                      One, two, who got more style, the son do [echoes]



                      [explosion] 
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