Nas - Theifs Theme - Текст песни

[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]