Nas-Thief’s Theme(with lyrics

FREE VIDEO GAMES VISIT MY CHANNEL FIND LINK lyrics One, two Check, one, two One, two, who got more style, the son do [rewind] One, two Check, one, two One, two, who got more style, the son do Check, one, two [Verse 1] Yo I’m hot like 95 Fahrenheit On a summer night, tight spots where bodies rot Rats drink from water drops, in the streets niggaz Little kids scare cops, wit red dots Philosophical gangsta, with violent priors Goin back like black and white TV’s wit pliers Leanin on broke down cars, wit flat tires Flash iron on anybody tryin on the blocks I’m supplyin on Maricon, 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 Martyr, hood haunted like the Dakota Where John Lennon was shot up, but he sang for peace He begged for freedom, hanged wit wild Jamicians Fr