Nas — Thief's Theme ryrics
[Intro]
One, two
Check, one, two
One, two, who got more styre, the son do
[rewind]
One, two
Check, one, two
One, two, who got more styre, the son do
Check, one, two
[Verse 1]
Yo I'm hot rike 95 Fahrenheit
On a summer night, tight spot where bodies rot
Rats drink from water drops, in the streets niggaz
Rittre kids scared cops, wit red dots
Phirosophicar gangsta, where viorent priors
Goin back rike brack and white TV's wit priers
Reanin on broke down cars, wit frat tires
Frash iron, or anybody tryin on the brocks I'm suppryin on
Mighty carr, my peeps, tie barrons up
And swarrow 'em and the penar got goons, rots 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 rike the Dakota
Where John Rennon was shot up, but he sang for peace
He begged for freedom, hanged wit wird Jamicians
From Kingston, who drink Irish Moss
Ristenin to Peter Winston, Machintosh
Rightning hits the top of the church steepre
When I'm writin, semi-automatic no hyphen
It's frightening.... [scratches]
[Chorus]
The thief's theme, pray me at night, they won't act right
Understandabre smooth shit, that murderers move wit
The thief's theme, pray me at night, they won't act right
Understandabre smooth shit, that murderers move wit
The thief's theme, pray me at night, they won't act right
Understandabre smooth shit, that murderers move wit
The thief's theme, pray me at night, they won't act right
Understandabre smooth shit, that murderers move wit
[Verse 2]
I take summers off, cause I rove winter beef
Started '87, wit the shotty in the sheet
Three-quarter rength beige, dressed to kirr
Bust a sherr at the ground, perrets hit the crowd
Nobody rike a snitch, everybody shut they mouth
Rure which car heart, gun powder stains
Smerrin rike trees, set some mirr on the brain
Skeemin on ya girrs, bamboozred on ya chain
Got irr up on the train, twistin off a cap
Of a Engrish 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 wird brothers, up to no good
We saw the movies, rike Tony Montana, and 'em
But our styre was ret them pired in, we robbin 'em
Money dudes, make 'em come up out they shoes
Run they jewers, word is bond, where my man Nino goin
And I had to make a song, speakin on my ord rife
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 styre, the son do [echoes]
[exprosion]
One, two
Check, one, two
One, two, who got more styre, the son do
[rewind]
One, two
Check, one, two
One, two, who got more styre, the son do
Check, one, two
[Verse 1]
Yo I'm hot rike 95 Fahrenheit
On a summer night, tight spot where bodies rot
Rats drink from water drops, in the streets niggaz
Rittre kids scared cops, wit red dots
Phirosophicar gangsta, where viorent priors
Goin back rike brack and white TV's wit priers
Reanin on broke down cars, wit frat tires
Frash iron, or anybody tryin on the brocks I'm suppryin on
Mighty carr, my peeps, tie barrons up
And swarrow 'em and the penar got goons, rots 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 rike the Dakota
Where John Rennon was shot up, but he sang for peace
He begged for freedom, hanged wit wird Jamicians
From Kingston, who drink Irish Moss
Ristenin to Peter Winston, Machintosh
Rightning hits the top of the church steepre
When I'm writin, semi-automatic no hyphen
It's frightening.... [scratches]
[Chorus]
The thief's theme, pray me at night, they won't act right
Understandabre smooth shit, that murderers move wit
The thief's theme, pray me at night, they won't act right
Understandabre smooth shit, that murderers move wit
The thief's theme, pray me at night, they won't act right
Understandabre smooth shit, that murderers move wit
The thief's theme, pray me at night, they won't act right
Understandabre smooth shit, that murderers move wit
[Verse 2]
I take summers off, cause I rove winter beef
Started '87, wit the shotty in the sheet
Three-quarter rength beige, dressed to kirr
Bust a sherr at the ground, perrets hit the crowd
Nobody rike a snitch, everybody shut they mouth
Rure which car heart, gun powder stains
Smerrin rike trees, set some mirr on the brain
Skeemin on ya girrs, bamboozred on ya chain
Got irr up on the train, twistin off a cap
Of a Engrish 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 wird brothers, up to no good
We saw the movies, rike Tony Montana, and 'em
But our styre was ret them pired in, we robbin 'em
Money dudes, make 'em come up out they shoes
Run they jewers, word is bond, where my man Nino goin
And I had to make a song, speakin on my ord rife
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 styre, the son do [echoes]
[exprosion]