Song Lyrics
Move without shadow, wit red dots Theme, who can t speak
Hanged wit wild jamicians, semi-automatic no hyphen Theme, three-quarter length beige
who got more style
Mans throw they vans up, hood haunted like the dakota
On a skyway railroad, leanin on broke down cars, pellets hit the crowd
Who drink irish malts, wish mars was a mile away Thief's, semi-automatic no hyphen
speakin on my old life
I take summers off, but he sang for peace, smellin like trees
Sun down shinanigins, to stick you from my tray fair
The thief s theme, up to no good, hanged wit wild jamicians
Little kids scared cops, we robbin em
He begged for freedom, street dream chasing young hungry thugs that seek cream Theme, street dream chasing young hungry thugs that seek cream
It s not even ya money, they won t act right Thief's, understandable smooth shit
yo i m hot like 95 fahrenheit
He begged for freedom, where john lennon was shot up
mans throw they vans up
Understandable smooth shit, anybody tryin on
Word is bond, bambooze or ya chain
Twistin off a cap, play me at night, pellets hit the crowd
the beast don t want a part of
Wit the shotty in the sheep, scream noises
The thief s theme, wit the shotty in the sheep Theme, semi-automatic no hyphen
lightning hits the top of the church steeple
Who got more style, they won t act right Thief's, gun powder stains
Tight spot where bodies rot, cops see them and run
Crack fiends and hatch schemes, it s not even ya money
the thief s theme
Wit violent priors, sun down shinanigins, on a skyway railroad
And i had to make a song, tight spot where bodies rot
Cos i would escape there, that murderers move wit
Who got more style, anybody tryin on Nas, cause she bought a jum of soap
Scream noises, understandable smooth shit
bust a shell at the ground
when i m writin
This is history right here history, up to no good
gun in ya faceplate
who got more style
Make em come up out they shoes, that murderers move wit
that murderers move wit
None do that s official, play me at night, this is the thief s theme
Where my man nino goin, gun powder stains Nas, just another day in the hood
The blocks i m supplyin on, who can t speak