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True Crimes lyrics

[Intro]
True...crime (Fire Squad)
True...crime
True...crime (here we go)
True...crime

[Bishop]
Good Lord they shootin at me
Smile on my face cause I m trigger happy
Bitch get my drink and make it snappy
fore I leave your ass screamin for a taxi
True Crimes and nothin but
I just seen that nigga Reuben jack a ice cream truck
Then quick across the street and rob a Pizza Hut
American Idol ain t my title
I m Elmer Fudd with a big ass rifle
Lurkin the block, homicidal
And robbin nuns, gimme your bible (I m kidding)
Don t you know I m loco homes
With a trenchcoat like Sherlock Holmes
Full of shotguns and big ass chromes (why)
Set to break in all your homes (why)
And take that, take that, like Puffy Combs

[Chorus: Bishop]
Gimme your gun, gimme your knife (why)
It s True Crimes, better run for your life
Hide your kids, hold your wife (why)
It s True Crimes, better touch your ice
Cut your purse, stash your cash (why)
It s True Crimes, I m about to blast
Call the cops and lock your doors (why)
It s True Crimes, and I m taking yours

[Bishop]
Went up to the store and I picked em
Mask and gloves, guess what, it s a stick em
Gimme all your money honey and a big gold band
Too quick bitch witch don t say no I m so
Out my mind I can t be serious
Get hit so hard you ll have an out of body experience
No interference with the current proceedings
Or you ll be well in sand for some serious beatings
Oh hi, oh my it s a tough guy
Get your face messed up like I m Vanilla Sky
You used to be a super-size now you re just a small fry
Ain t got enough gas so I do a walk-by (blah)
Hey, that s a nice Motorola
With GPS, punk hand it over (hand it over)
fore I attack your ass for your old Corolla (old Corolla)
He ll roll your ass up like a peach folder

[Chorus]

[Bishop]
Shit, ain t nothin left to spit
I done kicked enough shit to get the world on my dick
I m Houdini in a Beanie got that Magic Stick
Stay in bikinis eeny meeny let me take my pick
It s like Memph Jay and Missy yo "is that your chick"
The way I m pimpin in this game it ll make you sick
I m in the thing with wood grain with the top to flip
While your faggot ass is riding on a bike like dick (screech)
This ain t no game
Hafta vision cataclysm, bringin extra ammunition
You can really end up missin if you freakin with my mission
Yo we meetin to more dishin your new beautician or not
Drew dissin so, you listen and pay close attention OK
Before I go from rap to killin milla gorilla the mack milla s spill ya
Don t get me wreckin shit like Mecca God feel ya yeah

[Chorus]

True...Crime [repeat to fade]
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