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NAS lyrics : "Thief's Theme"

[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 ^!$$%z
Little kids scared cops, wit red 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 %#@!, that murderers move wit
The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right

Understandable smooth %#@!, that murderers move wit
The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right
Understandable smooth %#@!, that murderers move wit

The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right
Understandable smooth %#@!, 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]


[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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