* this song is in game and commercial but NOT on the soundtrack
[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
b**h get my drink and make it snappy
'fore I leave your a** screamin' for a taxi
True Crimes and nothin' but
I just seen that n***a 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 a** rifle
Lurkin' the block, homicidal
And robbin' nuns, gimme your bible (I'm kidding)
Don't you know I'm loco homes
With a trench coat like Sherlock Holmes
Full of shotguns and big a** 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 tuck your ice
Clutch 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 in a pickup
Mask and gloves, guess what, it's a stick up
Gimme all your money honey and a Big Gulp
And two Quick Picks b**h 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 volunteering for some serious beatings
Oh hi, oh my it's a tough guy
Get your face messed up like on 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 jack your a** for your old Corolla (old Corolla)
He'll roll your a** up like a Pee Chee folder
[Chorus]
[Bishop]
sh**, ain't nothin' left to spit
I done kicked enough sh** to get the world on my dick
I'm Houdini in a Beanie got that Magic Stick
They 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 f*ggot a** is riding on a bike like dick (screech)
This ain't no game
Have to vision cataclysm, bringin' extra ammunition
You can really end up missin' if you freakin' with my mission
You'll be meetin' a mortician, your new beautician
I'm not through dissin so, you listen and pay close attention OK
Before I go from rap to k**a milla gorilla the mack milla's spill ya
Don't get me wreckin' sh** like Mechagodzilla yeah
[Chorus]
True...Crime (repeat to fade)