Thief`s Theme

[Intro]<br>One, two<br>Check, one, two<br>One, two, who got more style, the son do<br>{*rewind*}<br>One, two<br>Check, one, two<br>One, two, who got more style, the son do<br>Check, one, two<br><br>[Verse 1]<br>Yo I`m hot like 95 Fahrenheit<br>On a summer night, tight spot where bodies rot<br>Rats drink from water drops, in the streets niggaz<br>Little kids scared cops, wit red dots<br>Philosophical gangsta, wit violent priors<br>Goin back like black and white TV`s wit pliers<br>Leanin on broke down cars, wit flat tires<br>Flash iron, anybody tryin on, the blocks I`m supplyin on<br>Madicon, my peeps, tie ballons up<br>And swallow `em and the P now got goons, lots of `em<br>Cops see them and run, don`t want no drama<br>Certain parts of the streets, the beast don`t want a part of<br>Martyr, hood haunted like the Dakota<br>Where John Lennon was shot up, but he sang for peace<br>He begged for freedom, hanged wit wild Jamicians<br>From Kingston, who drink Irish Malts<br>Listenin to Peter Winston, Machintosh<br>Lightning hits the top of the church steeple<br>When I`m writin, semi-automatic no hyphen<br>It`s frightening.... {*scratches*}<br><br>[Chorus]<br>The thief`s theme, play me at night, they won`t act right<br>Understandable smooth shit, that murderers move wit<br>The thief`s theme, play me at night, they won`t act right<br>Understandable smooth shit, that murderers move wit<br>The thief`s theme, play me at night, they won`t act right<br>Understandable smooth shit, that murderers move wit<br>The thief`s theme, play me at night, they won`t act right<br>Understandable smooth shit, that murderers move wit<br><br>[Verse 2]<br>I take summers off, cause I love winter beef<br>Started `87, wit the shotty in the sheep<br>Three-quarter length beige, dressed to kill<br>Bust a shell at the ground, pellets hit the crowd<br>Nobody like a snitch, everybody shut they mouth<br>Woolrich, Carhart, gun powder stains<br>Smellin like trees, sensimille on the brain<br>Skeemin on ya girls, bambooze or ya chain<br>Got ill up on the train, twistin off a cap<br>Of a English in my vain, might of pushed you on the tracks<br>Deaf crack fiends, who can`t speak, scream noises<br>Cause she bought a jum of soap, from one of my boys, it`s<br>.... Just another day in the hood<br>And I`m, wit some wild brothers, up to no good<br>We saw the movies, like Tony Montana, and `em<br>But our style was let them pile then, we robbin `em<br>Money dudes, make `em come up out they shoes<br>Run they jewels, word is bond, where my man Nino goin<br>And I had to make a song, speakin on my old life<br>For the thief`s who come out at night<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Outro]<br>One, two<br>Check, one, two {*echoes*}<br>One, two<br>Check, one, two<br>One, two, who got more style, the son do {*echoes*}<br>{*explosion*}