[Intro]

One, two

Check, one, two

One, two, who got more style than 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, niggas

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

Maricón, my peeps tie ballons up and swallow 'em

And the penile 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 banged for freedom, hanged with wild Jamaicans from Kingston, who drink Irish Moss

Listening to Peter Winston McIntosh

Lightning hits the top of the church steeple

When I'm writing, semi-automatic, no hyphen, it's frightening

[Chorus]

The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right

Understandable smooth shit, that murderers move with

The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right

Understandable smooth shit, that murderers move with

The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right

Understandable smooth shit, that murderers move with

The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right

Understandable smooth shit, 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 kill

Bust a shell at the ground, pellets hit the crowd

Nobody like a snitch, everybody shut their mouth

Woolrich, Carhartt, 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 Olde English, in my vain 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 their shoes

Run their jewels, word is bonds, 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

[Chorus]

The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right

Understandable smooth shit, that murderers move with

The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right

Understandable smooth shit, that murderers move with

The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right

Understandable smooth shit, that murderers move with

The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right

Understandable smooth shit, that murderers move with

[Outro]

One, two

Check, one, two

One, two

Check, one, two

One, two, who got more style than son do?