Number of Episodes: 6
Number of Series: 1
County: United States
Language: English
Thief Lyrics
One two check one two
One two who got more style the son do
Check one two
Yo I’m hot like 95 Fahrenheit
On a summer night tight spot where bodies rot
Rats drink from water drops in the streets
Little kids scared cops wit bread dots
Philosophical gangsta, where violent priors
Goin back like black and white TV’s wit pliers
Leanin on broke down cars wit flat tires
Flash iron or anybody tryin on the blocks I’m supplyin on
Mighty call my peeps tie ballons up
And swallow em and the penal 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
Mortar 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 Moss
Listenin to Peter Winston Machintosh
Lightning hits the top of the church steeple
When I’m writin no hyphen
It’s frightening
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
I take summers off cause I love winter beef
Started 87 wit the shotty in the sheet
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
Rule which car heart gun powder stains
Smellin like trees set some mill on the brain
Skeemin on ya girls bamboozled on 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