Bishop - True Crimes lyrics
* 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)