Thief's Theme Lyrics

Nas
Miscellaneous
Thief's Theme
(Intro)
One, two
Check one, two, one, two
Who got more style than son do
(Rewinding noise)
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 the summer night
Tight spot where bodies rot
Rats drink from water drops in the streets, niggas
Little kids scare cops with red dots, philosophical gangsta
With 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, might he come, my peeps
Tie balloons 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 beasts don’t want a part of
Mortar, hood haunted like the Dakota where John Lennon was shot up,
Where they sang for peace, he banged for freedom, hanged with wild Jamaicans from Kingston who drank Irish Moss
Listenin to Peter Winston Machintosh
Lightning, hits the top of the church steeple
When I write, 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 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
[ Nas Lyrics are found on www.songlyrics.com ]

I take summers off cuz I love winter beef
Started ’87 with the shottie and 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 car heart, gunpowder stains
Smellin like trees, sense a meal on the brain
Scheming on ya girls, bamboos on ya chain
Got Ill up on the train, twistin off a cap of the English in my veign
Might’ve pushed you on the tracks
Death crack fiends who can’t speak scream noises
Cuz she bought a drum or 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 tha movies like Tony Montana and them
But our style was let them piled in, we robbing them
Money dudes, make em come up out they shoes, Run they jewels
Word is bonds, where my man Nino goin?
And I had to make a song speakin on my old life
For the thieves 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 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

(Outro)
One, two
Check one, two, one, two (echoes)
One, two
Check one, two, one, two
Who got more style than son do (echoes)
(explosion)