Nas - Thief's Theme Remix lyrics

[Intro - Rising Son] Yo Ha, Ha, Ha DPP Check, one two, one two Who got more style than Son do? None do (that's official) Yeah, this is history right here (history) Yo, Nas, Rising Son Queensbridge to London Let's go.. [Verse One - Rising Son] Yo, Yo This is the Thief's Theme For the underground criminal street teams Street dream chasing young hungry thugs that seek cream Crack fiends and hatch schemes, knife-point robbery Broad day blindeys, night-time thuggery Sun down shinanigins, move without shadow... ...like ninjas, cat burglars, no fiasco No commotion, make moves like locomotion Crack-sport ambush, get the man bringing the coke in Warehouse crime rate, mans throw they vans up Bang job, "Freeze, everybody put your hands up" Cash is nightmare, gun in ya faceplate "It's not even ya money, don't make me put one in ya face, mate" Thieves running this place, world trade, eight fare Slave rift flashbacks; Bush k**er, hate Blair! Wish Mars was a mile away, cos I would escape there On a Skyway railroad, to stick you from my tray fair, b**h... Yeah, you know like when you k** somebody in Street Fighter Uah, uah, uah, uah (fades) [Re-Intro, Nas] 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 2 - Nas] Yo I'm hot like 95 Fahrenheit On a summer night, tight spot where bodies rot Rats drink from water drops, in the streets n***as 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, 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 sh**, that murderers move wit The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right Understandable smooth sh**, that murderers move wit The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right Understandable smooth sh**, that murderers move wit The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right Understandable smooth sh**, that murderers move wit [Verse 3 - Nas] I take summers off, cause I love winter beef Started '87, wit the shotty in the sheep Three-quarter length beige, dressed to k** 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, bambooze 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 j**els, 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] [Outro] One, two Check, one, two {*echoes*} One, two Check, one, two One, two, who got more style, the son do {*echoes*} {*explosion*}