[Intro]
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One, two
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Check, one, two
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One, two, who got more style, the son do
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[rewind]
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One, two
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Check, one, two
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One, two, who got more style, the son do
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Check, one, two
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[Verse 1]
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Yo I'm hot like 95 Fahrenheit
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On a summer night, tight spot where bodies rot
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Rats drink from water drops, in the streets niggaz
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Little kids scared cops, wit red dots
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Philosophical gangsta, where violent priors
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Goin back like black and white TV's wit pliers
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Leanin on broke down cars, wit flat tires
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Flash iron, or anybody tryin on the blocks I'm supplyin on
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Mighty call, my peeps, tie ballons up
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And swallow 'em and the penal got goons, lots of 'em
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Cops see them and run, don't want no drama
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Certain parts of the streets, the beast don't want a part of
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Mortar, hood haunted like the Dakota
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Where John Lennon was shot up, but he sang for peace
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He begged for freedom, hanged wit wild Jamicians
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From Kingston, who drink Irish Moss
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Listenin to Peter Winston, Machintosh
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Lightning hits the top of the church steeple
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When I'm writin, semi-automatic no hyphen
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It's frightening.... [scratches]
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[Chorus]
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The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right
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Understandable smooth shit, that murderers move wit
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The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right
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Understandable smooth shit, that murderers move wit
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The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right
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Understandable smooth shit, that murderers move wit
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The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right
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Understandable smooth shit, that murderers move wit
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[Verse 2]
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I take summers off, cause I love winter beef
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Started '87, wit the shotty in the sheet
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Three-quarter length beige, dressed to kill
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Bust a shell at the ground, pellets hit the crowd
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Nobody like a snitch, everybody shut they mouth
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Rule which car heart, gun powder stains
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Smellin like trees, set some mill on the brain
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Skeemin on ya girls, bamboozled on ya chain
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Got ill up on the train, twistin off a cap
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Of a English in my vain, might of pushed you on the tracks
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Death crack fiends, who can't speak, scream noises
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Cause you bought a drummer sooked, from one of my boys, it's.... Just another day in the hood
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And I'm, wit some wild brothers, up to no good
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We saw the movies, like Tony Montana, and 'em
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But our style was let them piled in, we robbin 'em
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Money dudes, make 'em come up out they shoes
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Run they jewels, word is bond, where my man Nino goin
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And I had to make a song, speakin on my old life
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For the thief's who come out at night
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[Chorus]
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[Outro]
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One, two
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Check, one, two [echoes]
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One, two
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Check, one, two
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One, two, who got more style, the son do [echoes]
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[explosion]
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Thief's Theme
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| Nas |
