Artist: Lil' Eazy-E Album: True Crime: Streets of L.A. * Song: Consequences Typed by: yungdree93@hotmail.com * in the actual video game, not on the accompanying CD soundtrack My trigger finger itchin, snub nosed 38 Put on my black Nike's I'm bout to send yo ass to heavens gates C-O-M-P-T-O-N fuck the police with no reason Me and my momma can't conflict me I'm a man I come from the land of the set trippin crips and bloods Ain't nobody frontin ain't luvin nuttin Never slippin, never lettin fools put in a say If it wasn't for this crush I'd still be doin the kid'n'play Left, right, kick dat bullshit cause I ain't with it Kill it all fuck a bitch shit Set it srtaight by the crate pushin weed by the weight Pops out there ruling these niggas in '88 And made history bitch with dat Westcoast shit Pops was rich but I ain't have shit [Chorus: 2x] The Consequences will make you have to peel a cap Lay low and I'm always in my '64 strapped Bump yo gums and gap and you gon' get a dirt nap Lil E muthafucka I'm about to hurt rap I said X steels crystal meth All ya'll can get to death Smokin 50's with Moses so what no fuckin beat If I bang like Cinci riders in da '80's I'm shady like slim I'm shady like dem Dat bitch there that deos the snitch dat hold a grudge fuck em He suck a dick and upchuck it up I'll butt-fuck ya mother lil slut ass bitch This steel shit gon' have you wigglin as if yo ass itch And I'm a be dat muthafucka directin traffic Homie I ain't even gon' fuck it if you can't have it Nigga I ain't gon' have shit if boo-boo can't have shit You know I'm lying nigga I ain't givin dat bitch shit I'll crack a bitch up side da head this bitch inside you later Nigga to believe you had somthin up yo sleeve Now add all the greedy people beggin on dey knees Good and waitin to see you outa town mass nigga please [Chorus 2x] Yeah dis ain't no fad bitch a get rich quick scheme You seen these things trippin off infared beams These fags left my fuckin pops rollin in his grave And left his son rollin with his muthafuckin gauge If ya look too wrong I'm a spray ya, maybe Fuck (scratching) and they family baby Shot em in his voicebox with a hot block I popped them fuckin titties who's droppin em Fuck da cities who's stoppin em I'm just like this like click, click, click, pow What now muthafucka what now [Chorus 2x]