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"True Crime (Remix)"
[feat. Young Dre, Sixx John & Black]


[Intro: Young De]
It's been said the West was dead! (True... Crime!) [police sirens]
Witness the rebirth resurrection! (True... Crime!) [police sirens]
C'mon! (True... Crime!) [police sirens]
The WestCoast said it's fine in yours! (True... Crime!) [police sirens]

[Young De:]
Welcome to the city of killas, movie makers, in drug dealers
Big bad Los Angeles! - Land of the scandeles!
Hit a thug with a slug - make him turn to vandalis
Gettin money religious home of three strike life sentence! [police sirens]
Hittin fences on crime sprees! - Shootin' at police!
Cat that'll drive-by anonymous shootinize!
Anonymous hood fights!
Turf wars every night not even wood to conquer! [police sirens]
Blistin pistols is poppin'!
In we under the microscope!
Distribute-disputin'-dope
In-the-city-niggas-is-shitty
Snatch-you-outta-ya-Bentley-it-was-erotic-come-get-me!
Merotic-in-killas-with'-me
In the back of the bucket pump it [police sirens]
Broadday light fuck-it
In-a-murda-wagon-bangin'-on-sumthin'! - Skert!
I puts in work! - Leavin yo hood hurt!
By all means necessary
WestCoast legendary!
I'm gray on the front line
Bare witness to "True Crime"! [police sirens]

[Chorus: Bishop Lamont (Young De)]
Gimme your gun! Gimme your knife! (TRUE, TRUE CRIMES!)
It's True Crimes, better run for your life! [police sirens]
Hide your kids! Hold your wife! (TRUE CRIIIIMES!)
It's True Crimes, better touch your ice! [police sirens]
Cut your purse! Stash your cash! (TRUE CRIIIIMES!)
It's True Crimes, I'm about to blast! (oh!) [police sirens]
Call the cops and lock your doors (TRUE CRIIIIMES!)
It's True Crimes, and I'm taking yours! [police sirens]

[Bishop Lamont:]
Shit! - Ain't nothin' left to spit
I-done-kicked-enough-shit-to-get-the-world-on-my-dick!
I'm-Houdini-in-a-Beanie got that "Magic Stick"
Stay in bikinis eeny meeny let me take my pick. (whoo!) [police sirens]
It's like Memph', Jay and Missy yo! "Is That Your Chick"
The-way-I'm-pimpin'-in-this-game-it'll-make-you-sick!
I'm in the thing with wood grain with the top to flip,
While your faggot ass is riding on a bike like dick! [police sirens]
(SCREECH!) - This ain't no game
Activision-cataclysm-bringin'-extra-ammunition, (blat!)
You-can-really-end-up-missin'-if-you-freakin'-with-my-mission (uh-huh!)
Yo-we-meetin'-to-more-dishin-your-new - beautician or not! [police sirens]
Drew dissin' so! - You listen and pay close attention OK!
Before I go from rap-to-killin'-milla (whyy? whyy?)
Gorilla-the-Mack-milla's-spill-ya
Don't-get-me-wreckin'-shit-like-Mecca-God-feel-ya, yeah! [police sirens]

[Chorus]

[B.L.A.C.K:]
I'm from a place where they smoke sherm, in shoot dice in wear weave caps [police sirens]
Or drink car in cuttin' sin. - Naw don't make back! [police sirens]
Hub caps across the neck
Drinkin' tall cans of coke in crossin out ya set! [police sirens]
You can call me a hatta! - I'm probably one!
I ain't neva had shit that's why I'm palmin' a gun! [police sirens]
I'll rape you for every thing the gum in ya mouth,
All I had this mornin was some straight crumbs from the couch! [police sirens]
So call me the caller back,
I toss slugs give you wings like a quaters back, [police sirens]
Shit! - I'm from the place where they raise pits, in Dickie suits, in curl - kits [police sirens]
In drink a henasse till we Earl in - shit! [police sirens]
A WestCoast representative with da rag in ma pocket with the blue penalten! [police sirens]
Let me let you know who it is [police sirens]
B.L.A.C.K! Hahahahah! [police sirens]

[Chorus]

[Sixx John:]
Take you here! - Don't let me catch you in na streets [police sirens]
If I catch you in na streets, I'm a wet you with da heats. (whoo!) [police sirens]
I'm not gon' step to you or speak [police sirens]
Or give you a fake pound or bless you with a speech! (So chill!) [police sirens]
Dude we in a Snoop DeVille! [police sirens]
Raised up right corner, drop left three wheel! (I said chill) [police sirens]
You know the crew is I'll
Track like a group on 'em thangs swoop at da wheel! [police sirens]
They say the verses is magic
When you above average you mergein in traffic! [police sirens]
In I don't stop so get get
Spit it fa critics ma digits opposite of midgets! (whoo) [police sirens]
Whos ya main man ta flow? [police sirens]
I never went Hollywood, I changed ma flow! (oh!) [police sirens]
In took ya places niggas scared ta go [police sirens]
In as soon as they find me I ain't there no mo ya know! [police sirens]

[Chorus]

[Outro: Young De - "True Crimes" in the background x16]
You wanna talk about the new breed in what's really goin' down.
Oh the game ain't over, baby!
Swoop got a bangin track!
Game just started!
Bright!
Holla at me!
True Crimes!
True Crime!

[Thanks to Big TaMá$ for these lyrics]

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