Текст песни Bishop - True Crimes, слова песни Bishop

Текст песни Bishop - True Crimes

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* this song is in game and commercial but NOT on the soundtrack[Intro]True...crime (Fire Squad)True...crimeTrue...crime (here we go)True...crime[Bishop]Good Lord they shootin` at meSmile on my face `cause I`m trigger happyBitch get my drink and make it snappy`fore I leave your ass screamin` for a taxiTrue Crimes and nothin` butI just seen that nigga Reuben jack a ice cream truckThen quick across the street and rob a Pizza HutAmerican Idol ain`t my titleI`m Elmer Fudd with a big ass rifleLurkin` the block, homicidalAnd robbin` nuns, gimme your bible (I`m kidding)Don`t you know I`m loco homesWith a trenchcoat like Sherlock HolmesFull 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 lifeHide your kids, hold your wife (why)It`s True Crimes, better touch your iceCut your purse, stash your cash (why)It`s True Crimes, I`m about to blastCall 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 `emMask and gloves, guess what, it`s a stick `emGimme all your money honey and a big gold bandToo quick bitch witch don`t say no I`m soOut my mind I can`t be seriousGet hit so hard you`ll have an out of body experienceNo interference with the current proceedingsOr you`ll be well in sand for some serious beatingsOh hi, oh my it`s a tough guyGet your face messed up like I`m Vanilla SkyYou used to be a super-size now you`re just a small fryAin`t got enough gas so I do a walk-by (blah)Hey, that`s a nice MotorolaWith GPS, punk hand it over (hand it over)`fore I attack your ass for your old Corolla (old Corolla)He`ll roll your ass up like a peach folder[Chorus][Bishop]Shit, ain`t nothin` left to spitI done kicked enough shit to get the world on my dickI`m Houdini in a Beanie got that Magic StickStay in bikinis eeny meeny let me take my pickIt`s like Memph Jay and Missy yo "is that your chick"The way I`m pimpin` in this game it`ll make you sickI`m in the thing with wood grain with the top to flipWhile your faggot ass is riding on a bike like dick (screech)This ain`t no gameHafta vision cataclysm, bringin` extra ammunitionYou can really end up missin` if you freakin` with my missionYo we meetin` to more dishin your new beautician or notDrew dissin so, you listen and pay close attention OKBefore I go from rap to killin` milla gorilla the mack milla`s spill yaDon`t get me wreckin` shit like Mecca God feel ya yeah[Chorus]True...Crime (repeat to fade)

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True Crimes

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