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True Crimes Music Lyrics
Bishop
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True Crimes � Bishop
True crime (five squad)
True crime, true crime, true crime, true crime
Good lord they shootin at me, smile on my face cuz im trigger happy
B*tch get my drink and make it snappy, for I leave your ass screamin for a taxi
True crimes and nothing but, I just seen that nigga Ruben jack an ice cream truck
Then cut across the street and rob a pizza hut (gimme the pizza!)
American Idol ain't my title, Im Elmer Fudd with a bigass riffle
Lurkin a block homicidal, and robbin nuns gimmie ya bible (kidding)
Don't you know im loco holmes?
Wit a trench coat like Sherlock Holmes, full of shotguns and bigass chromes
Set to break in all your homes, and take that take that like Puffy Combs!
[Chorus]
gimmie ya gun, gimmie your knife --- its true crimes better run for your life!
Hide your kids, hold your wife---its true crimes better tuck your ice!
Clutch your purse and stash your cash---its true crimes ima bounce some glass
Call the cops and lock your doors---its true crimes and im takin yours
Pull up to the store in a pick up, mask and gloves guess what it's a stick up
Gimmie all your money honey and a big gulp and two quick picks b*tch don't say no Im so
Outta my mind I cant be serious, get hit so hard youll have an outta body experience
No interference with the current procedins, or youll be volunteering for some serious beatins
�Oh Hi' oh my it's a tough guy, get your face messed up like on Vanilla Sky
used to be a super sized, now you're a small fry, aint got enough gas so I do a walk by
HEY! That a nice Motarola wth GPS? Punk hand it ova! For I deck yo ass for your old carolla and roll your ass up like a peachin folder
[Chorus]
gimmie ya gun, gimmie your knife --- its true crimes better run for your life!
Hide your kids, hold your wife---its true crimes better tuck your ice!
Clutch your purse and stash your cash---its true crimes ima bounce some glass
Call the cops and lock your doors---its true crimes and im takin yours
(Shit) aint nothing left to spit, I done kicked enough shit to get the world on my dick
Ima meany in a beamy got that Magic Stick, they in bikinis eny meny,�let me take my pick
Its like MJ and Missy �yo is that your chick?' the way im pimpin in this game itll make ya sick
Im in a deck of wood grain with a top to flip, while your faggot ass is ridin on a bike like �B*tch!' (SKREECH!)
This aint no game, im half division cataclysm bringing extra ammunition you could really end up missin if you freakin with my mission youll be needin a mortician your new beautician
Im not thru dissin so you listen and pay close attention OK before I go from rapper to killa milla gorilla the mack milla and spilla ya to get me wreckin shit like mecha-godzilla YEAH!
[Chorus]
gimmie ya gun, gimmie your knife --- its true crimes better run for your life!
Hide your kids, hold your wife---its true crimes better tuck your ice!
Clutch your purse and stash your cash---its true crimes ima bounce some glass
Call the cops and lock your doors---its true crimes and im takin yours
True crime, true crime, true crime, true crime
Truce crime, true crime, true crime, true crime ([trails off�])
Bishop - True Crimes Music Lyrics
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