[04:26.00]True Crimes – Bishop
[04:26.00]True crime (five squad)
[04:26.00]True crime, true crime, true crime, true crime
[04:26.00]Good lord they shootin at me, smile on my face cuz i'm trigger happy
[04:26.00]B*tch get my drink and make it snappy, for I leave your ass screamin for a taxi
[04:26.00]True crimes and nothing but, I just seen that n***a Ruben jack an ice cream truck
[04:26.00]Then cut across the street and rob a pizza hut (gimme the pizza!)
[04:26.00]American Idol ain’t my title, I'm Elmer Fudd with a bigass riffle
[04:26.00]Lurkin a block homicidal, and robbin nuns gimmie ya bible (kidding)
[04:26.00]Don’t you know i'm loco holmes?
[04:26.00]Wit a trench coat like Sherlock Holmes, full of shotguns and bigass chromes
[04:26.00]Set to break in all your homes, and take that take that like Puffy Combs!
[Chorus]
[04:26.00]gimmie ya gun, gimmie your knife --- its true crimes better run for your life!
[04:26.00]Hide your kids, hold your wife---its true crimes better tuck your ice!
[04:26.00]Clutch your purse and stash your cash---its true crimes ima bounce some glass
[04:26.00]Call the cops and lock your doors---its true crimes and i'm takin yours
[04:26.00]Pull up to the store in a pick up, mask and gloves guess what it’s a stick up
[04:26.00]Gimmie all your money honey and a big gulp and two quick picks b*tch don’t say no I'm so
[04:26.00]Outta my mind I can't be serious, get hit so hard youll have an outta body experience
[04:26.00]No interference with the current procedins, or youll be volunteering for some serious beatins
[04:26.00]‘Oh Hi’ oh my it’s a tough guy, get your face messed up like on Vanilla Sky
[04:26.00]used to be a super sized, now you’re a small fry, ain't got enough gas so I do a walk by
[04:26.00]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]
[04:26.00]gimmie ya gun, gimmie your knife --- its true crimes better run for your life!
[04:26.00]Hide your kids, hold your wife---its true crimes better tuck your ice!
[04:26.00]Clutch your purse and stash your cash---its true crimes ima bounce some glass
[04:26.00]Call the cops and lock your doors---its true crimes and i'm takin yours
[04:26.00](Shit) ain't nothing left to spit, I done kicked enough s**t to get the world on my dick
[04:26.00]Ima meany in a beamy got that Magic Stick, they in bikinis eny meny,…let me take my pick
[04:26.00]Its like MJ and Missy ‘yo is that your chick?’ the way i'm pimpin in this game itll make ya sick
[04:26.00]I'm in a deck of wood grain with a top to flip, while your faggot ass is ridin on a bike like ‘B*tch!’ (SKREECH!)
[04:26.00]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 youll be needin a mortician your new beautician
[04:26.00]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**t like mecha-godzilla YEAH!
[Chorus]
[04:26.00]gimmie ya gun, gimmie your knife --- its true crimes better run for your life!
[04:26.00]Hide your kids, hold your wife---its true crimes better tuck your ice!
[04:26.00]Clutch your purse and stash your cash---its true crimes ima bounce some glass
[04:26.00]Call the cops and lock your doors---its true crimes and i'm takin yours
[04:26.00]True crime, true crime, true crime, true crime
[04:26.00]Truce crime, true crime, true crime, true crime ([trails off…])