Thief's Theme
All Star
This had to have been written by Nas
[Verse 1: Puff Daddy]
When I sleep I dream of, bodies in streams of blood
Naked bytches, dead nikka's ghost
Feds with toast knockin' my door down, sweat poor down
My body roast from the heat, so I soak my sheets
Wake up shiverin', pull my hoe close to me, she sexy
Every night is different p*ssy since my girl left me
And I tried to make her stay with me, but I stay busy
And her friends are cut-throats, they deep throat to lay with me
I reminisce how I miss her and stare into space
Resort to the lips of a stripper, sprayin' their face
Lampin' in a mansion, home alone
I hear footsteps, shyt I kicks just not lyrics
I hold a fifth, wonderin' if ten shots can stop spirits
If nikkas try to rob me, then I won't hear it
Cause it's different from the streets, I'm missin' my hood now
Missin' all the blocks 'cause I'm surrounded by woods now
It's supposed to be good now
It's like a walking tightrope and can't look down, fire below me
Now the fantasies I have for women are unholy
Haha
[Verse 3: Nas]
Ayo, ayo, gangsta, gangsta
The Bible has words that Christ wrote, evil men sacrifice goats
I speak all my life under oath
Since a kid, troublesome
Throwin' shyt at little girls jump ropes
Bustin' BB guns at stray cats, that was way back
Watched it die, covered in flies
Then I picked up a stick, try to dig in its eyes
Makin' dirt pies, na, being buggy-eyed shyt
And every other nikka that rap, sound like my shyt
I wear chrome .45's with ice on the grip
I don't shoot it, I roll with killers and criminals
With heroin habits they picked up from the penile
They let you have it, all I do is give them a smile
Lifestyle of the realest, you ain't ruthless you bytch
I got a pine box just your size, I know it fit
Your whole life's a mistake, stop holdin' the pen
Kill yourself, come back as a man over again
Cause in this lifetime I'm reigning, slay men
Leave your whole body cold
Your nails grow long, you get gray skin
May this nikka rest in peace, Amen
I run with brave men, straight out the housin', we wildin'
Names engraved in the pavement
Brick buildings, grown ladies jump off the roof
nikka get paged, then murdered at the phonebooth
New York streets made me nikka, it's crazy nikka
Success, thousand dollar bottles impress
Models with fat ass and big breasts
Floor seats, Knicks vs. Nets, private jets
Millionaire heir to Antigua, with Ananda, the MTV diva
Nas, how do we survive all this mess? (I didn't survive)
East vs. West the rap game where words became flesh
A whole pound of herb won't desolve my stress
Still I ride to the death, love hip hop
Cause Afrikabababa was def, a lot of respect
Feel Me? fukk to the rock Sean John jury
I got the same hands of crap platinum and the crap pyramids
Write about the black experience, sell it to Marimax
Tell me if you feelin' that
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[Verse 1: Puff Daddy]
When I sleep I dream of, bodies in streams of blood
Naked bytches, dead nikka's ghost
Feds with toast knockin' my door down, sweat poor down
My body roast from the heat, so I soak my sheets
Wake up shiverin', pull my hoe close to me, she sexy
Every night is different p*ssy since my girl left me
And I tried to make her stay with me, but I stay busy
And her friends are cut-throats, they deep throat to lay with me
I reminisce how I miss her and stare into space
Resort to the lips of a stripper, sprayin' their face
Lampin' in a mansion, home alone
I hear footsteps, shyt I kicks just not lyrics
I hold a fifth, wonderin' if ten shots can stop spirits
If nikkas try to rob me, then I won't hear it
Cause it's different from the streets, I'm missin' my hood now
Missin' all the blocks 'cause I'm surrounded by woods now
It's supposed to be good now
It's like a walking tightrope and can't look down, fire below me
Now the fantasies I have for women are unholy
Haha
[Verse 3: Nas]
Ayo, ayo, gangsta, gangsta
The Bible has words that Christ wrote, evil men sacrifice goats
I speak all my life under oath
Since a kid, troublesome
Throwin' shyt at little girls jump ropes
Bustin' BB guns at stray cats, that was way back
Watched it die, covered in flies
Then I picked up a stick, try to dig in its eyes
Makin' dirt pies, na, being buggy-eyed shyt
And every other nikka that rap, sound like my shyt
I wear chrome .45's with ice on the grip
I don't shoot it, I roll with killers and criminals
With heroin habits they picked up from the penile
They let you have it, all I do is give them a smile
Lifestyle of the realest, you ain't ruthless you bytch
I got a pine box just your size, I know it fit
Your whole life's a mistake, stop holdin' the pen
Kill yourself, come back as a man over again
Cause in this lifetime I'm reigning, slay men
Leave your whole body cold
Your nails grow long, you get gray skin
May this nikka rest in peace, Amen
I run with brave men, straight out the housin', we wildin'
Names engraved in the pavement
Brick buildings, grown ladies jump off the roof
nikka get paged, then murdered at the phonebooth
New York streets made me nikka, it's crazy nikka
Success, thousand dollar bottles impress
Models with fat ass and big breasts
Floor seats, Knicks vs. Nets, private jets
Millionaire heir to Antigua, with Ananda, the MTV diva
Nas, how do we survive all this mess? (I didn't survive)
East vs. West the rap game where words became flesh
A whole pound of herb won't desolve my stress
Still I ride to the death, love hip hop
Cause Afrikabababa was def, a lot of respect
Feel Me? fukk to the rock Sean John jury
I got the same hands of crap platinum and the crap pyramids
Write about the black experience, sell it to Marimax
Tell me if you feelin' that
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if I'm living righttttt would you come and take me away?!