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Now see I'm up my nine
I'm poprrring in the and cap
And let you know what's happening
that son of an assassin (son of an assassin)
Feelin' this and peelin' caps cause I can't stop
My gangsta attitude 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
through the hood with my pops
I watched him a ho
Boom (Boom!) was the
Of the when they kill ya
So you didn't pay your
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
like a damn brick (damn brick)
He hit the gas, and we was tickets the quickness
"G, she to play me out
That's the way it be
Yeah," that's he said
"Don't tell a soul, if you me son"
He gave me a hug. I said, "I
'Cause I how it's done."
And now I lay me down to
that I don't dream
'Cause night I get a vision of that
thing [the same one I fucked up]
And like a I'm on a block
We're sellin' mo' dope, fuckin' wit my cash
Like I let my gun smoke
I a promise
I won't if your askin'
I'm just muthafuckin son of an assassin

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

My father went in the pen I was 'bout two or three
They had him (Jail ain't shit!)
For manslaughter and murder in the first
I haven't heard from him in about a or two
Until one night when I was watchin the news
I guess there's some insane inmate
Just now out the pen
And he can either be in
Columbus, or
Right then it dawned me I'm like
"What in the Hell?!"
And then I heard a "ring-ring" on my
So when I the door, and much more to my surprise
Me and my was face 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 nine's
Until got in the yard and cold stormed the shit
We jumped up into the(Gauge to your ass, nigga)
I threw my the nine
I shot one cop in the
He shot two in the spine
You I'm pullin' the trigger, right
My bullets steadily
I go to it again, shit (damn)
I ran out of
(Where the fuck are the at?!)
I up for the pump
And in a flash I got dumped and turned
Holice gonna my ass
I can feel my (Son!) passin'
I know I'm to die too
And just before I left I "Dad, I love you
(I you, Dad)"