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Now see I'm up my nine
I'm poprrring in the and cap
And let you know really happening
that son of an assassin (son of an assassin)
Feelin' this killin' and peelin' caps I can't stop
My attitude comes from my muthafuckin pops kickin' ass
And the #1 Assassin niggas for nothin'
Peelin caps with a
Now, I can remember when I was just a niggero
Rollin' the hood with my pops
I him kill a ho
(Boom!) was the sound
Of the nine they kill ya
So you pay your debt
But you had to pay the
(But you had to pay the
And blood splattered all on the ground - it my ass sick
I watched her and hit the ground
Just a damn brick (damn brick)
He hit the gas, and we was with the quickness
"G, she to play me out
That's the way it be
Yeah," that's what he
"Don't a soul, if you love me son"
He me a hug. I said, "I won't
I know how it's done."
And now I lay me down to
Hopin' that I dream
'Cause every I get a vision of that
thing [the same one I fucked up]
And like a I'm on a block
We're mo' dope, fuckin' wit my cash flow
pops I let my gun smoke
I made a
I won't tell if askin'
I'm just that muthafuckin son of an

Ever since I was seven I've been a troubled-ass
Used to sneak my father's guns to play with that triggas
(Don't with my guns, boy)
One day I'm with the nine
I get a flashback, and get to thinkin'
The muthafuckin' in my class
That's always fuckin with me, but this shit's has to
The morning I snuck
And I stuck my nine in my lunchbox
I'm on my way to school, that's when I spotted the
Removed the nine the lunchbox
And the bitch my jacket
Now I'm for a reason just
To straight let the trigger
I over to him and said
"What's up now, bitch?"
The fucka-sucka steppin'
And it swung but he
I knew the nigga felt
'Cause it was the that he kissed
I the bitch in the face
And to the ground with this
And boy didn't hesitate
He broke off than a muthafucka (Run, muthafucka, run!)
Ran inside the building thinking that was save him
But I caught up with the
Pulled out the nine, and I him
Tossed the gun to the
I'm straight for the hizzy
No will Krayzie be bullied
Cause Krayzie just got busy
ran home, told my father
He "I know why you did it, son
The punk was with ya, so ya had to get rid of him"
Heard a on the door, he thought
"Yo, the fuck is this?!"
Police surrounded my hizzy with reporters and
My father grabbed his gun and started pullin' the
("Get him, Dad, get him!")
Now you know why I'm a little crazy-ass nigga
I watched while my Pops continued
My is hereditary, nigga
I'm the son of an assassin

My father went in the pen when I was 'bout two or
had caught him (Jail ain't shit!)
For manslaughter and in the first degree
I haven't heard from him in about a or two
Until one night when I was the eleven'oclock news
'Cause I there's some insane inmate
now broke out the pen
And he can either be in
Columbus, or
Right it dawned upon me I'm like
"What in the Hell?!"
And then I a "ring-ring" on my doorbell
So when I opened the door, and much more to my
Me and my pops was to face
eye to eye (Hello, son)
He said, "Son I'm on the run
And I don't be alone"
I said, "Don't say word
me and you is gone"
I went upstairs and got the
The pump, the legit
Until holice got in the yard and stormed the shit
We jumped up into the(Gauge to ass, nigga) hizzy
I threw my the nine
I one cop in the chest;
He shot two in the spine
You know I'm pullin' the trigger,
My bullets hittin'
I go to pull it again, (damn)
I ran out of
(Where the are the bullets at?!)
I up for the pump
And in a flash I got and turned around
gonna smoke my ass
I can feel my (Son!) passin'
I know I'm to die too
And just before I left I said "Dad, I you
(I you, Dad)"