Thief's Theme Song 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 nig-
Little kids scared cops, with red dots
Philosophical gangsta, with violent priors
Goin' back like black and white TVs, with pliers
Leanin' on broke-down cars, with flat tires

Flash iron, anybody tryin' on, the blocks I'm supplyin' on
Madicon, my peeps, tie balloons up
And swallow 'em and the P now 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 with wild Jamicians
From Kingston, who drink Irish Moss
Listenin' to Peter Winston, Machintosh
Lightning hits the top of the church steeple