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

Ever since I was I've been a troubled-ass nigga
Used to sneak my father's guns just to play with that
(Don't with my guns, boy)
One day I'm playin' with the
I get a flashback, and get to thinkin'
The muthafuckin' in my class
That's always with me, but this shit's has to stop
The next I snuck
And I stuck my father's in my lunchbox
I'm on my way to school, that's I spotted the faggot
Removed the from the lunchbox
And slipped the my jacket
Now I'm lookin' for a reason
To let the trigger click
I walked to him and said
"What's up now, bitch?"
The fucka-sucka started
And it swung but he
I knew the nigga pissed
'Cause it was the nine that he
I socked the in the face
And to the with this sucka
And boy didn't hesitate
He broke off quicker a muthafucka (Run, muthafucka, run!)
Ran the building thinking that was gonna save him
But I up with the nigga
Pulled out the nine, and I him
Tossed the gun to the
I'm straight for the hizzy
No more Krayzie be bullied
Cause Krayzie Bone got busy
ran home, told my father
He said "I 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, the fuck is this?!"
Police surrounded my hizzy reporters 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 nigga
I watched while my Pops continued
My attitude is hereditary,
'Cause I'm the son of an

My went in the pen when I was 'bout two or three
They had him (Jail ain't shit!)
For manslaughter and murder in the degree
I haven't from him in about a month or two
one night when I was watchin the eleven'oclock news
'Cause I there's some insane inmate
now broke out the pen
And he can be in Lorain
Columbus, or
Right then it upon me I'm like
"What in the Hell?!"
And I heard a "ring-ring" on my doorbell
So when I the door, and much more 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 word
me and you is gone"
I went and got the gauge
The pump, the nine's
Until got in the yard and cold stormed the shit
We up into the(Gauge to your ass, nigga) hizzy
I threw my daddy the
I shot one cop in the
He shot two in the spine
You know I'm the trigger, right
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 dumped and around
Holice gonna my ass
I can feel my life (Son!)
I know I'm to die too
And before I left I said "Dad, I love you
(I you, Dad)"