[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 RED dots
Philosophical gangsta, WITH violent priors
Goin back like black and white TV's wit pliers
Leanin on broke down cars, wit flat tires
Flash iron ON anybody tryin on the blocks I'm supplyin on
MARICON, 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
MARTYR, hood haunted like the Dakota
Where John Lennon was shot up, but he sang for peace
He BANGED for freedom, hanged wit wild Jamaicans
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 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 CARHART, gun powder stains
Smellin like trees, SENSIMIL on the brain
Skeemin on ya girls BAMBOOS on ya chain
Got ill up on the train, twistin off a cap
Of THE English in my VEIN, might of pushed you on the tracks
Deaf crack fiends, who can't speak, scream noises
Cause you bought a drum of soap, 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 PILE, then--we robbin 'em
Money dudes, make 'em come up out they shoes
Run they jewels, word is BORN, WHY 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]
[Outro]
One, two
Check, one, two [echoes]
One, two
Check, one, two
One, two, who got more style, the son do [echoes]
[explosion]
