歌：Nas
作詞：NASIR JONES, SALAAM GIBBS, DOUGLAS INGLE
作曲：NASIR JONES, SALAAM GIBBS, DOUGLAS INGLE
発売：2009-11-15 08:01:20
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 spots where
bodies rot
Rats drink from water drops, in the streets niggaz, Little kids scared
cops, wit red dots
Philosophical gangsta, wit 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
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 wit wild Jamicians, From Kingston
who drink Irish Malts
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 shot-
ty 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
Smellin like trees, sensimille on the brain, Skeemin on ya girls, bam-
booze or 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
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, 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 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 (Eechoes)
(Explosion)