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Now see I'm cockrrring up my
I'm poprrring in the and cap
And let you know really happening
With that son of an (son of an assassin)
Feelin' this killin' and peelin' cause I can't stop
My gangsta attitude comes from my pops kickin' ass
And the #1 Assassin blastin' niggas for
Peelin with a passion
Now, I can remember when I was just a little
Rollin' through the hood 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 all on the ground - it made my ass sick
I watched her fall and hit the
Just a damn brick (damn brick)
He hit the gas, and we was tickets with the
"G, she tried to me out
the way it gotta be
Yeah," what he said
"Don't tell a soul, if you me son"
He me a hug. I said, "I won't
'Cause I how it's done."
And now I lay me to sleep
Hopin' that I dream
'Cause every I get a vision of that
Same thing [the same one I up]
And a fool I'm on a block
We're sellin' mo' dope, wit my cash flow
Like pops I let my gun
I a promise
I tell if your askin'
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 just to play with that triggas
(Don't fuck my guns, boy)
One day I'm playin' with the
I get a flashback, and get to thinkin'
The bullies in my class
That's always fuckin with me, but this has to stop
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
the nine from the lunchbox
And slipped the bitch my
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 swung but he
I the nigga felt pissed
it was the nine that he kissed
I socked the in the face
And to the with this sucka
And this boy hesitate
He broke off quicker 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 heading for the hizzy
No more will Krayzie be
Cause Krayzie Bone just got
Then ran home, told my
He "I know why you did it, son
The punk was fuckin' 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 with reporters and
My father grabbed his gun and started the trigger
("Get him, Dad, get him!")
Now you know why I'm labeled a little crazy-ass
I watched my Pops continued blastin'
My is hereditary, nigga
'Cause I'm the son of an

My father went in the pen I was 'bout two or three
had caught him (Jail ain't shit!)
For manslaughter and murder in the first
I heard from him in about a month or two
Until one night when I was watchin the eleven'oclock
I guess there's some insane inmate
Just now out the pen
And he can be in Lorain
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 opened the door, and 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 wanna be alone"
I said, "Don't say word
me and you is gone"
I upstairs and got the gauge
The pump, the legit
Until holice got in the yard and cold stormed the
We jumped up into the(Gauge to ass, nigga) hizzy
I threw my the nine
I shot one cop in the
He shot two cops in the
You I'm pullin' the trigger, right
My bullets steadily
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 turned
Holice gonna my ass
I can feel my life (Son!)
I I'm bout to die too
And before I left I said "Dad, I love you
(I you, Dad)"