Salaam Remi - Thief's Theme lyrics

[Intro] One, two Check, one, two One, two, who got more style, the son do 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, n***as Little kids scared cops, with red dots Philosophical gangsta, with violent priors Going back like black and white TVs with pliers Leaning on broke down cars with flat tires Flash iron on anybody trying on the blocks I'm supplying 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 with wild Jamicians From Kingston, who drink Irish Moss Listening to Peter Winston, Machintosh Lightning hits the top of the church steeple When I'm writing, semi-automatic, no hyphen It's frightening [Hook x4] The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right Understandable smooth sh**, that murderers move with [Verse 2] I take summers off, cause I love winter beef Started '87, with 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 Smelling like trees, sensimille on the brain Scheming on your girls, bamboos on your chain Got ill up on the train Twisting off a cap of a English in my vein Might've 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 with 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 going And I had to make a song, speaking on my old life For the thieves who come out at night [Hook x4] [Outro] One, two Check, one, two One, two Check, one, two One, two, who got more style, the son do