Nas - Thief's Theme (Remix) Lyrics
[Intro: Rising Son]YoHa, Ha, HaDPPCheck, one two, one twoWho got more style than Son do?None do (that's official)Yeah, this is history right here (history)Yo, Nas, Rising SonQueensbridge to LondonLet's go..[Verse One: Rising Son]Yo, YoThis is the Thief's ThemeFor the underground criminal street teamsStreet dream chasing young hungry thugs that seek creamCrack fiends and hatch schemes, knife-point robberyBroad day blindeys, night-time thuggerySun down shinanigins, move without shadow......like ninjas, cat burglars, no fiascoNo commotion, make moves like locomotionCrack-sport ambush, get the man bringing the coke inWarehouse crime rate, mans throw they vans upBang 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 fareSlave rift flashbacks; Bush killer, hate Blair!Wish Mars was a mile away, cos I would escape thereOn a Skyway railroad, to stick you from my tray fair, *****...Yeah, you know like when you kill somebody in Street FighterUah, uah, uah, uah [fades][Re-Intro: Nas]One, twoCheck, one, twoOne, two, who got more style, the son do[rewind]One, twoCheck, one, twoOne, two, who got more style, the son doCheck, one, two[Verse 2: Nas]Yo I'm hot like 95 FahrenheitOn a summer night, tight spot where bodies rotRats drink from water drops, in the streets niggazLittle kids scared cops, wit red dotsPhilosophical gangsta, wit violent priorsGoin back like black and white TV's wit pliersLeanin on broke down cars, wit flat tiresFlash iron, anybody tryin on, the blocks I'm supplyin onMadicon, my peeps, tie ballons upAnd swallow 'em and the P now got goons, lots of 'emCops see them and run, don't want no dramaCertain parts of the streets, the beast don't want a part ofMartyr, hood haunted like the DakotaWhere John Lennon was shot up, but he sang for peaceHe begged for freedom, hanged wit wild JamiciansFrom Kingston, who drink Irish MaltsListenin to Peter Winston, MachintoshLightning hits the top of the church steepleWhen I'm writin, semi-automatic no hyphenIt's frightening.... {*scratches*}[Chorus]The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act rightUnderstandable smooth shit, that murderers move witThe thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act rightUnderstandable smooth shit, that murderers move witThe thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act rightUnderstandable smooth shit, that murderers move witThe thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act rightUnderstandable smooth shit, that murderers move wit[Verse 3: Nas]I take summers off, cause I love winter beefStarted '87, wit the shotty in the sheepThree-quarter length beige, dressed to killBust a shell at the ground, pellets hit the crowdNobody like a snitch, everybody shut they mouthWoolrich, Carhart, gun powder stainsSmellin like trees, sensimille on the brainSkeemin on ya girls, bambooze or ya chainGot ill up on the train, twistin off a capOf a English in my vain, might of pushed you on the tracksDeaf crack fiends, who can't speak, scream noisesCause she bought a jum of soap, from one of my boys, it's.... Just another day in the hoodAnd I'm, wit some wild brothers, up to no goodWe saw the movies, like Tony Montana, and 'emBut our style was let them pile then, we robbin 'emMoney dudes, make 'em come up out they shoesRun they jewels, word is bond, where my man Nino goinAnd I had to make a song, speakin on my old lifeFor the thief's who come out at night[Chorus][Outro]One, twoCheck, one, two [echoes]One, twoCheck, one, twoOne, two, who got more style, the son do [echoes][explosion]
