[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 Send " True Crimes" Ringtone to your Cell