One dark night i need some ends
I got a spot cased out i'm breakin in
I gotta cutter that'll cut thru ya window like bu*ter
Suction cup, window up
Now i'm on the inside lookin for some loot
38 special i don't wanna have to shoot
I ain't no young, raw fresh recruit, uhh
Steel tote boots, black khaki suit
A real quick search and nobody's home
Just like i planned, now i'm home alone
I hope ya don't mind if i use tha phone
And fix me sometin to eat before i'm gone
I got the servant and the china, deuce-five and the 9
Rolex off the desk so i can tell the time
No one knows where the flow goes when the 'dults crow
You better take some no doughs
Now i'm out tha back with a sack fulla goods
Throw it in the truck, take it back to the hood
Let me be brief, i'm on the creep
I stole the sounds out'cha jeep, it takes a thief
Chorus:
Oh yeah! it takes a thief
Yeah yeah! it takes a thief
It takes a motherf**in thief! it takes a thief
Keep both eyes open when you go to sleep
Oh yeah! it takes a thief
Yeah, yeah! it takes a thief
It takes a motherf**in thief! it takes a thief
Keep ya hand on your gun when i'm on the creep
I need a lick real quick-like
My mind ain't wrapped tight
I scale like mike tys so call this fright night
You don't wanna see me comin down the street when i'm broke and it's dark
So run your motherf**in pockets 'fore they find your a** dead in the park
Put your hands behind your head and interlock your fingers
No i ain't the cops, i just want your rings
And your wallet and your watch and your fat gold chain
Don't try nuttin strange or i'm blowin out'cha brains
I rob from the rich so i can get rich
I ain't got sh** so i take what i can get
I need my mail, my snaps, my dollars, my ends
My grip ain't high enough so i'm robbin on my friends
Somebody out there's out to get me
The smaller the n***a, the bigger the gat be
I don't give a f** about your pain and your grief
You shouldn't of fell asleep, it takes a thief
Chorus x 1/2
There's a buster on the west side, i heard he gotta grip
And he's outta town on business so i'm schemin on his sh**
I heard he got kis and gs and deeds
And guns and big trash bags full o' weed
I stole a brand new fresh shaft telephone van
So now i guess i'm the telephone man
The bathroom window ain't got no alarm
I gotta skelton brick that works like a charm
It didn't take long to find what i was lookin for
I was damned near finished when i heard a key in the door
I jumped in the closet and checked my clip
Pulled my ski mask down, i can't believe this sh**
I counted to five and the front door opened up
I counted three more and the front door was shut
I counted five more to give me some space
Then i jumped out the closet and bucked him in the face
I loaded up the van in broad daylight
Cos looky lou's have their high beams on at night
I take the backstreets to avoid the heat
And never let em see me sweat, it takes a thief
Chorus
Outro:
Oh yeah!
Yeah yeah!
Hey yeah!
Just a reminder to let you know
There's motherf**ers out there that want your sh**
So you better watch out, better watch your back
Can't be goin to sleep, protect your sh**
Know what i'm sayin?