Bishop Paul Morton - True Crimes lyrics

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[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

Bitch get my drink and make it snappy

'fore I leave your ass screamin' for a taxi

True Crimes and nothin' but

I just seen that nigga 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 ass rifle

Lurkin' the block, homicidal

And robbin' nuns, gimme your bible (I'm kidding)

Don't you know I'm loco homes

With a trenchcoat like Sherlock Holmes

Full of shotguns and big ass 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 touch your ice

Cut 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 and I picked 'em

Mask and gloves, guess what, it's a stick 'em

Gimme all your money honey and a big gold band

Too quick bitch witch 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 well in sand for some serious beatings

Oh hi, oh my it's a tough guy

Get your face messed up like I'm 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 (b