Thief's Theme
๐ต 2880 characters
โฑ๏ธ 2:59 duration
๐ ID: 18086027
๐ Lyrics
One, two
Check, one, two
One, two
Who got more style, the 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, with violent priors
Going back like black and white TVs with pliers
Leaning on broke down cars with flat tires
Flash iron on anybody trying on the blocks I'm supplying on
Madicon, my peeps, tie ballons up
And swallow 'em, and the P now 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
Listening to Peter Winston, Machintosh
Lightning hits the top of the church steeple
When I'm writing, 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
Smelling like trees, sensimille on the brain
Scheming on your girls, bamboos on your chain
Got ill up on the train
Twisting off a cap of a English in my vein
Might've 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 pile, then we robbin' 'em
Money dudes, make 'em come up out they shoes
Run they jewels, word is bond, where my man Nino going
And I had to make a song, speaking on my old life
For the thieves 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, the son do
Check, one, two
One, two
Who got more style, the 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, with violent priors
Going back like black and white TVs with pliers
Leaning on broke down cars with flat tires
Flash iron on anybody trying on the blocks I'm supplying on
Madicon, my peeps, tie ballons up
And swallow 'em, and the P now 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
Listening to Peter Winston, Machintosh
Lightning hits the top of the church steeple
When I'm writing, 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
Smelling like trees, sensimille on the brain
Scheming on your girls, bamboos on your chain
Got ill up on the train
Twisting off a cap of a English in my vein
Might've 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 pile, then we robbin' 'em
Money dudes, make 'em come up out they shoes
Run they jewels, word is bond, where my man Nino going
And I had to make a song, speaking on my old life
For the thieves 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, the son do
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:01.93] One, two
[00:04.13] Check, one, two
[00:05.25] One, two
[00:06.07] Who got more style, the son do
[00:08.68] Check, one, two
[00:09.10] Yo, I'm hot like 95 Fahrenheit
[00:12.29] On a summer night, tight spot where bodies rot
[00:14.83] Rats drink from water drops, in the streets, niggas
[00:17.43] Little kids scared cops, with red dots
[00:19.69] Philosophical gangsta, with violent priors
[00:22.29] Going back like black and white TVs with pliers
[00:24.70] Leaning on broke down cars with flat tires
[00:27.31] Flash iron on anybody trying on the blocks I'm supplying on
[00:30.86] Madicon, my peeps, tie ballons up
[00:32.94] And swallow 'em, and the P now got goons, lots of 'em
[00:35.97] Cops see them and run, don't want no drama
[00:38.13] Certain parts of the streets, the beast don't want a part of
[00:40.95] Martyr, hood haunted like the Dakota
[00:42.95] Where John Lennon was shot up, but he sang for peace
[00:45.78] He begged for freedom, hanged with wild Jamicians
[00:48.18] From Kingston, who drink Irish Moss
[00:50.36] Listening to Peter Winston, Machintosh
[00:52.87] Lightning hits the top of the church steeple
[00:55.17] When I'm writing, semi-automatic, no hyphen
[00:58.22] It's frightening
[01:01.31] The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right
[01:03.95] Understandable smooth shit, that murderers move with
[01:06.54] The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right
[01:09.08] Understandable smooth shit, that murderers move with
[01:11.55] The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right
[01:14.20] Understandable smooth shit, that murderers move with
[01:16.72] The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right
[01:19.29] Understandable smooth shit, that murderers move with
[01:21.84] I take summers off 'cause I love winter beef
[01:24.68] Started '87, with the shotty in the sheep
[01:27.15] Three-quarter length, beige, dressed to kill
[01:29.33] Bust a shell at the ground, pellets hit the crowd
[01:32.38] Nobody like a snitch, everybody shut they mouth
[01:34.67] Woolrich, Carhart, gun powder stains
[01:37.25] Smelling like trees, sensimille on the brain
[01:40.06] Scheming on your girls, bamboos on your chain
[01:42.06] Got ill up on the train
[01:43.76] Twisting off a cap of a English in my vein
[01:46.07] Might've pushed you on the tracks
[01:47.42] Deaf crack fiends who can't speak, scream noises
[01:50.09] 'Cause she bought a jum of soap from one of my boys
[01:52.34] It's just another day in the hood
[01:55.15] And I'm with some wild brothers, up to no good
[01:57.44] We saw the movies, like Tony Montana, and 'em
[01:59.99] But our style was let them pile, then we robbin' 'em
[02:03.13] Money dudes, make 'em come up out they shoes
[02:05.32] Run they jewels, word is bond, where my man Nino going
[02:07.94] And I had to make a song, speaking on my old life
[02:10.21] For the thieves who come out at night
[02:13.08] The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right
[02:15.67] Understandable smooth shit, that murderers move with
[02:18.13] The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right
[02:20.63] Understandable smooth shit, that murderers move with
[02:23.22] The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right
[02:25.72] Understandable smooth shit, that murderers move with
[02:28.30] The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right
[02:31.01] Understandable smooth shit, that murderers move with
[02:35.53] One, two
[02:37.88] Check, one, two
[02:38.86] One, two
[02:39.98]
[02:45.82] One, two
[02:48.03] Check, one, two
[02:49.19] One, two
[02:49.80] Who got more style, the son do
[02:52.81]
[00:04.13] Check, one, two
[00:05.25] One, two
[00:06.07] Who got more style, the son do
[00:08.68] Check, one, two
[00:09.10] Yo, I'm hot like 95 Fahrenheit
[00:12.29] On a summer night, tight spot where bodies rot
[00:14.83] Rats drink from water drops, in the streets, niggas
[00:17.43] Little kids scared cops, with red dots
[00:19.69] Philosophical gangsta, with violent priors
[00:22.29] Going back like black and white TVs with pliers
[00:24.70] Leaning on broke down cars with flat tires
[00:27.31] Flash iron on anybody trying on the blocks I'm supplying on
[00:30.86] Madicon, my peeps, tie ballons up
[00:32.94] And swallow 'em, and the P now got goons, lots of 'em
[00:35.97] Cops see them and run, don't want no drama
[00:38.13] Certain parts of the streets, the beast don't want a part of
[00:40.95] Martyr, hood haunted like the Dakota
[00:42.95] Where John Lennon was shot up, but he sang for peace
[00:45.78] He begged for freedom, hanged with wild Jamicians
[00:48.18] From Kingston, who drink Irish Moss
[00:50.36] Listening to Peter Winston, Machintosh
[00:52.87] Lightning hits the top of the church steeple
[00:55.17] When I'm writing, semi-automatic, no hyphen
[00:58.22] It's frightening
[01:01.31] The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right
[01:03.95] Understandable smooth shit, that murderers move with
[01:06.54] The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right
[01:09.08] Understandable smooth shit, that murderers move with
[01:11.55] The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right
[01:14.20] Understandable smooth shit, that murderers move with
[01:16.72] The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right
[01:19.29] Understandable smooth shit, that murderers move with
[01:21.84] I take summers off 'cause I love winter beef
[01:24.68] Started '87, with the shotty in the sheep
[01:27.15] Three-quarter length, beige, dressed to kill
[01:29.33] Bust a shell at the ground, pellets hit the crowd
[01:32.38] Nobody like a snitch, everybody shut they mouth
[01:34.67] Woolrich, Carhart, gun powder stains
[01:37.25] Smelling like trees, sensimille on the brain
[01:40.06] Scheming on your girls, bamboos on your chain
[01:42.06] Got ill up on the train
[01:43.76] Twisting off a cap of a English in my vein
[01:46.07] Might've pushed you on the tracks
[01:47.42] Deaf crack fiends who can't speak, scream noises
[01:50.09] 'Cause she bought a jum of soap from one of my boys
[01:52.34] It's just another day in the hood
[01:55.15] And I'm with some wild brothers, up to no good
[01:57.44] We saw the movies, like Tony Montana, and 'em
[01:59.99] But our style was let them pile, then we robbin' 'em
[02:03.13] Money dudes, make 'em come up out they shoes
[02:05.32] Run they jewels, word is bond, where my man Nino going
[02:07.94] And I had to make a song, speaking on my old life
[02:10.21] For the thieves who come out at night
[02:13.08] The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right
[02:15.67] Understandable smooth shit, that murderers move with
[02:18.13] The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right
[02:20.63] Understandable smooth shit, that murderers move with
[02:23.22] The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right
[02:25.72] Understandable smooth shit, that murderers move with
[02:28.30] The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right
[02:31.01] Understandable smooth shit, that murderers move with
[02:35.53] One, two
[02:37.88] Check, one, two
[02:38.86] One, two
[02:39.98]
[02:45.82] One, two
[02:48.03] Check, one, two
[02:49.19] One, two
[02:49.80] Who got more style, the son do
[02:52.81]