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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
With that son of an (son of an assassin)
Feelin' this killin' and peelin' caps I can't stop
My gangsta attitude comes from my muthafuckin pops ass
And the #1 Assassin blastin' for nothin'
Peelin caps with a
Now, I can when I was just a little niggero
Rollin' through the with my pops
I watched him a ho
(Boom!) was the sound
Of the nine when they ya
So you pay your debt
But you had to pay the
(But you had to pay the
And blood splattered all on the - it made my ass sick
I watched her and hit the ground
Just like a damn (damn brick)
He hit the gas, and we was tickets with the
"G, she tried to me out
the way it gotta be
Yeah," that's he said
"Don't a soul, if you love me son"
He gave me a hug. I said, "I
'Cause I know how done."
And now I lay me to sleep
that I don't dream
'Cause every I get a vision of that
Same [the same one I fucked up]
And a fool I'm on a block
We're mo' dope, fuckin' wit my cash flow
Like I let my gun smoke
I made a
I won't tell if your
I'm just that muthafuckin son of an

Ever I was seven I've been a troubled-ass nigga
Used to sneak my father's guns to play with that triggas
(Don't with my guns, boy)
One day I'm playin' with the
I get a flashback, and get to about
The muthafuckin' bullies in my
That's always with me, but this shit's has to stop
The next I snuck
And I my father's nine 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 just
To straight let the click
I walked over to him and
"What's up now, bitch?"
The fucka-sucka steppin'
And it but he missed
I knew the nigga felt
'Cause it was the that he kissed
I socked the bitch in the
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 was gonna save him
But I caught up the nigga
Pulled out the nine, and I him
the gun to the pavement
I'm heading for the hizzy
No will Krayzie 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"
Heard a on the door, he thought
"Yo, what the is this?!"
Police surrounded my hizzy with and psychologists
My father grabbed his gun and started pullin' the
("Get him, Dad, get him!")
Now you know why I'm labeled a little crazy-ass
I watched while my Pops continued
My attitude is hereditary,
'Cause I'm the son of an

My father went in the pen I was 'bout two or three
They had caught him (Jail shit!)
For manslaughter and murder in the degree
I heard from him in about a month or two
Until one night when I was the eleven'oclock news
'Cause I guess some insane inmate
Just now out the pen
And he can either be in
Columbus, or
then it dawned upon me I'm like
"What in the Hell?!"
And then I heard a "ring-ring" on my
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 wanna be alone"
I said, "Don't say another
me and you is gone"
I upstairs and got the gauge
The pump, the nine's
Until holice got in the yard and cold stormed the
We jumped up into the(Gauge to ass, nigga) hizzy
I my daddy the nine
I one cop in the chest;
He shot two in the spine
You I'm pullin' the trigger, right
My bullets hittin'
I go to pull it again, (damn)
I ran out of
(Where the fuck are the at?!)
I reach up for the
And in a flash I got dumped and turned
Holice gonna my ass
I can my life (Son!) passin'
I know I'm to die too
And just I left I said "Dad, I love you
(I you, Dad)"