Nas Follow

[Intro]

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

Yo I'm hot like 95 Fahrenheit

On a summer night, tight spot where bodies rot

Rats drink from water drops, in the streets niggaz

Little kids scared 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 BANGED for freedom, hanged wit wild Jamaicans

From Kingston, who drink Irish Moss

Listenin to Peter Winston, Machintosh

Lightning hits the top of the church steeple

When I'm writin, semi-automatic no hyphen

It's frightening.... [scratches]

[Chorus]

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 AND THE SHEEP

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

WOOLRICH CARHART, gun powder stains

Smellin like trees, SENSIMIL on the brain

Skeemin on ya girls BAMBOOS on ya chain

Got ill up on the train, twistin off a cap

Of THE English in my VEIN, might of pushed you on the tracks

Deaf crack fiends, who can't speak, scream noises

Cause you bought a drum of soap, from one of my boys, it's

.... Just another day in the hood

And I'm, wit some wild brothers, up to no good

We saw the movies, like Tony Montana, and 'em

But our style was let them PILE, then--we robbin 'em

Money dudes, make 'em come up out they shoes

Run they jewels, word is BORN, WHY my man Nino goin

And I had to make a song, speakin on my old life

For the THIEVES who come out at night

[Chorus]

[Outro]

One, two

Check, one, two [echoes]

One, two

Check, one, two

One, two, who got more style, the son do [echoes]

[explosion]