Nas

Nas - Thief's Theme Remix lyrics

(feat. Rising Son)

[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 killer, hate Blair!

Wish Mars was a mile away, cos I would escape there

On a Skyway railroad, to stick you from my tray fair, bitch...

Yeah, you know like when you kill 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 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, 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 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 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, 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 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]

[Outro]

One, two

Check, one, two [echoes]

One, two

Check, one, two

One, two, who got more style, the son do [echoes]

[explosion]

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