Thief's Theme

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