Bishop True Crimes Lyrics

True crime (fire squad)
True crime

Good lord they shootin at me
smile on my face cuz im trigger happy
b____ get my drink and make it snappy
for I leave your a__ screamin for a taxi
True Crimes ain't nothing but
I just seen that n____ Ruben jack an ice cream truck
Then creep across the street and rob a Pizza Hut (gimme the pizza!)
American Idol ain't my t__le
I'm Elmer Fudd with a big a__ rifle
Lurkin a block homicidal, and robbin nuns gimme ya Bible (kidding)
Don't you know im loco holmes?
Wit a trench coat like Sherlock Holmes
full of shotguns and big a__ chromes
Set to break in all your homes
and take that take that like Puffy Combs!

Gimme ya gun, gimme your knife
it's true crimes better run for your life!
Hide your kids, hold your wife
it's true crimes better tuck your ice!
Clutch your purse and stash your cash
it's true crimes I'm about to blast
Call the cops and lock your doors
it's true crimes and I'm takin yours

Pull up to the store in a pick up
mask and gloves guess what it's a stick up
Gimme all your money honey and a big gulp and two quick picks b____ don't say no
I'm so out my mind I cant be serious
get hit so hard you'll have an outta body experience
No interference with the current procedings
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
used to be a super size now you're just a small fry
aint got enough gas so I do a walk by
HEY! That a nice Motorola wth GPS?
Punk hand it ova!
For I jack yo a__ for your old Corolla
and roll your a__ up like a peachy folder

Gimme ya gun, gimme your knife
it's true crimes better run for your life!
Hide your kids, hold your wife
it's true crimes better tuck your ice!
Clutch your purse and stash your cash
it's true crimes I'm about to blast
Call the cops and lock your doors
it's true crimes and I'm takin yours

(s___) ain't nothing left to spit
I done kicked enough s___ to get the world on my d___
I'm a meany in a beany got that Magic Stick
they in bikinis eeny meeny
let me take my pick
It's like MJ and Missy 'yo is that your chick?'
the way I'm pimpin in this game it'll make ya sick
I'm in a deck of wood grain with a top to flip
while your f__got a__ is ridin on a bike like 'b____!' (SKREECH!)
This ain't no game
I'm half division cataclysm bringing extra ammunition
you could really end up missin if you freakin with my mission
you'll be needin a mortician your new beautician
I'm 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 s___ like Mecha-Godzilla YEAH!

Gimme ya gun, gimme your knife
it's true crimes better run for your life!
Hide your kids, hold your wife
it's true crimes better tuck your ice!
Clutch your purse and stash your cash
it's true crimes I'm about to blast
Call the cops and lock your doors
it's true crimes and I'm takin yours

True crime

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