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Now see I'm cockrrring up my
I'm in the clip and cap
And let you what's really happening
With that son of an (son of an assassin)
Feelin' this killin' and peelin' caps cause I can't
My gangsta attitude comes my muthafuckin pops kickin' ass
And the #1 Assassin blastin' for nothin'
Peelin with a passion
Now, I can remember when I was just a niggero
Rollin' through the with my pops
I him kill a ho
Boom (Boom!) was the
Of the when 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 made my ass
I watched her fall and hit the
like a damn brick (damn brick)
He hit the gas, and we was tickets with the
"G, she tried to me out
That's the way it be
Yeah," what 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
Hopin' I don't dream
'Cause night I get a vision of that
Same thing [the one I fucked up]
And a fool I'm on a block
We're mo' dope, fuckin' wit my cash flow
pops I let my gun smoke
I made a
I tell if your askin'
I'm just that son of an assassin

Ever since I was seven I've been a troubled-ass
Used to sneak my father's guns just to play with that
(Don't fuck my guns, boy)
One day I'm playin' with the
I get a flashback, and get to thinkin'
The muthafuckin' in my class
always fuckin with me, but this shit's has to stop
The morning I snuck
And I stuck my father's in my lunchbox
I'm on my way to school, that's when I spotted the
Removed the from the lunchbox
And the bitch my jacket
Now I'm lookin' for a reason
To straight let the click
I over to him and said
"What's up now, bitch?"
The started steppin'
And it but he missed
I the nigga felt pissed
'Cause it was the nine he kissed
I socked the bitch in the
And to the with this sucka
And boy didn't hesitate
He off quicker than a muthafucka (Run, muthafucka, run!)
Ran the building thinking that was gonna save him
But I caught up the nigga
Pulled out the nine, and I him
Tossed the gun to the
I'm heading for the hizzy
No more Krayzie be bullied
Cause Krayzie Bone just got
Then ran home, 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 knock on the door, he
"Yo, what the is this?!"
Police surrounded my hizzy with and psychologists
My father his gun and started pullin' the trigger
("Get him, Dad, get him!")
Now you know why I'm labeled a little crazy-ass
I watched while my Pops blastin'
My attitude is hereditary,
I'm the son of an assassin

My father went in the pen when I was 'bout two or
They had caught him (Jail shit!)
For manslaughter and murder in the degree
I haven't heard him in about a month or two
Until one night when I was watchin the eleven'oclock
'Cause I there's some insane inmate
now broke out the pen
And he can either be in
Columbus, or
then it dawned upon me I'm like
"What in the Hell?!"
And I heard a "ring-ring" on my doorbell
So when I opened the door, and much to my surprise
Me and my pops was face to
eye to eye (Hello, son)
He said, "Son I'm on the run
And I don't be alone"
I said, "Don't say another
me and you is gone"
I went and got the gauge
The pump, the legit
Until got in the yard and cold 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 two cops in the spine
You I'm pullin' the trigger, right
My steadily hittin'
I go to pull it again, (damn)
I ran out of
(Where the are the bullets at?!)
I reach up for the
And in a flash I got and turned around
Holice smoke my ass
I can my life (Son!) passin'
I I'm bout to die too
And just I left I said "Dad, I love you
(I you, Dad)"