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True Crime: Streets of LA Soundtrack lyrics True Crime Remix lyrics (talking) It's been said the west was dead(True Crime) Witness the rebirth resurrection(True Crime) Com'mo(True Crime) The west coast said it's fine in yours(True Crime) (Verse 1) Welcome to the city of killas, movie makers, in drug dealers Big bad Los Angeles Land of the scandeles Hit a thug wit a slug Make him turn to vandalis Gettin money religious home of three strike life sentence 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 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 wit me In the back of the bucket pump it Broad day light fuck it In a murda wagon bangin on sumthin (skert) I puts in work Leavin yo hood hurt By all means necessary West coast legendary I'm gray on the front line Bare witness to true crime (Chorse) Give me a gun, in give me a knife It's true crimes better run for ya life Hide ya kids, hold ya wife It's true crimes better tuck ya ice Clutch is hurt, stach the cash It's true crimes I'm about ta blast Call the cops in lock the doors It's true crimes in I'm takin yours (Verse 2) Shit Ain't nuttin left ta spit I done kick enough shit ta get da wha on ma dick I'm Hudinny in a bennie got that magic stick They in bikinis enie meni they me take ma pick It's like Rip sayin mista yo is that yo chick They way I'm pimpin in this game It don't make you sick I'm in a thang wit wood grain wit a top dat flip While ya faggot ass is ridin on a bike like bic trick This ain't no game I'm Activision, cataclysm, bringing extra ammunition You can really end up missin if you freakin wit ma mission yo We meetin na mortician you knew butician I'm not drew dissin So You listen in pay close attention ok before I go From rappa ta killa milla gorilla the mac milla spillin don't get me reckin shit like makin godzilla yea (Chorse) (Verse 3) I'm from a place where they smoke sherm, in shoot dice, in wear weave caps Or drink car in cuttin sin Naw don't make back Hub caps across the neck Drinkin tall cans of coke in crossin out ya set You can call me a hatta I'm probably one I ain't neva had shit that's why I'm palmin a gun I'll rape you for every thing the gum in ya mouth All I had this mornin was some straight crumbs from the couch So call me the caller back I toss slugs give you wings like a quaters back shit I'm from the place where they raise pits, in dickie suits, in curl kits In drink a henasse till we earl in shit A west coast representative wit da rag in ma pocket wit the blue penalten Let me let you know who it is B.L.A.C.K.{Laugh} (Chorse) (Verse 4) Look here Don't let me catch you in na streets If I catch you in na streets I'mma wet you wit da heats I'm not gon step to you or speak Or give you a fake pound or bless you wit a speech(So chill) Dude we in a Snoopdeville Raised up right corner Drop left three wheel(I said chill) You know the crew is ill Track like a group on'em thangs swoop at da wheel They say the verses is magic When you above average You mergein in traffic In I don't stop so get get Spit it fa critics ma digits opposite of midgets Whos ya main man ta flow I never went hollywood I changed ma flow In took ya places niggas scared ta go In as soon as they find me I ain't there no mo ya know (Chorse) (Talkin- True Crimes sung in back ground) You wanna talk about the new breed in whats really gonin down. Oh the game ain't over baby. Swoop got a bangin track. Game just started. Bright! Holla at'em. (Crimes)True Crimes. True Crime. Other True Crime: Streets of LA Soundtrack lyrics: Dance Wit Me lyrics Terrorist Threat lyrics Don't Fight The Pimpin' lyrics Hollywood lyrics True Crimes lyrics |