It Takes a Thief

One dark night I need some ends

I got a spot cased out I'm breakin in

I gotta cutter that'll cut thru ya window like butter

Suction cup, window up

Now I'm on the inside lookin for some loot

38 special I don't wanna have to shoot

I ain't no young, raw fresh recruit, uhh

Steel tote boots, black khaki suit

A real quick search and nobody's home

Just like I planned, now I'm home alone

I hope ya don't mind if I use tha phone

And fix me sometin to eat before I'm gone

I got the servant and the china, deuce-five and the 9

Rolex off the desk so I can tell the time

No one knows where the flow goes when the 'dults crow

You better take some no doughs

Now I'm out tha back with a sack fulla goods

Throw it in the truck, take it back to the hood

Let me be brief, I'm on the creep

I stole the sounds out'cha jeep, it takes a thief

Chorus:

Oh yeah! it takes a thief

Yeah yeah! it takes a thief

It takes a motherfuckin thief! it takes a thief

Keep both eyes open when you go to sleep

Oh yeah! it takes a thief

Yeah, yeah! it takes a thief

It takes a motherfuckin thief! it takes a thief

Keep ya hand on your gun when I'm on the creep

I need a lick real quick-like

My mind ain't wrapped tight

I scale like mike tys so call this fright night

You don't wanna see me comin down the street when I'm broke and it's dark

So run your motherfuckin pockets 'fore they find your ass dead in the park

Put your hands behind your head and interlock your fingers

No I ain't the cops, I just want your rings

And your wallet and your watch and your fat gold chain

Don't try nuttin strange or I'm blowin out'cha brains

I rob from the rich so I can get rich

I ain't got shit so I take what I can get

I need my mail, my snaps, my dollars, my ends

My grip ain't high enough so I'm robbin on my friends

Somebody out there's out to get me

The smaller the nigga, the bigger the gat be

I don't give a fuck about your pain and your grief

You shouldn't of fell asleep, it takes a thief

Chorus x 1/2

There's a buster on the west side, I heard he gotta grip

And he's outta town on business so I'm schemin on his shit

I heard he got kis and gs and deeds

And guns and big trash bags full o' weed

I stole a brand new fresh shaft telephone van

So now I guess I'm the telephone man

The bathroom window ain't got no alarm

I gotta skelton brick that works like a charm

It didn't take long to find what I was lookin for

I was damned near finished when I heard a key in the door

I jumped in the closet and checked my clip

Pulled my ski mask down, I can't believe this shit

I counted to five and the front door opened up

I counted three more and the front door was shut

I counted five more to give me some space

Then I jumped out the closet and bucked him in the face

I loaded up the van in broad daylight

Cos looky lou's have their high beams on at night

I take the backstreets to avoid the heat

And never let em see me sweat, it takes a thief

Chorus

Outro:

Oh yeah!

Yeah yeah!

Hey yeah!

Just a reminder to let you know

There's motherfuckers out there that want your shit

So you better watch out, better watch your back

Can't be goin to sleep, protect your shit

Know what I'm sayin?