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Now see I'm cockrrring up my
I'm in the clip and cap
And let you know what's really
With that son of an (son of an assassin)
this killin' and peelin' caps cause I can't stop
My gangsta attitude comes from my muthafuckin kickin' ass
And the #1 Assassin blastin' for nothin'
Peelin caps with a
Now, I can remember when I was a little niggero
Rollin' through the hood with my
I watched him a ho
Boom (Boom!) was the
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 all on the ground - 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 to play me out
the way it gotta be
Yeah," that's what he
"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 to sleep
Hopin' I don't dream
'Cause every night I get a 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 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 seven I've been a nigga
Used to sneak my father's guns just to play with that
(Don't with my guns, boy)
One day I'm playin' the nine
I get a flashback, and get to about
The muthafuckin' bullies in my
That's always fuckin me, but this shit's has to stop
The next morning I
And I stuck my father's in my lunchbox
I'm on my way to school, that's when I the faggot
Removed the from the lunchbox
And slipped the bitch my
Now I'm lookin' for a reason
To let the trigger 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 nine that he
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 the building thinking that was gonna save him
But I caught up the nigga
out the nine, and I sprayed him
Tossed the gun to the
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 with ya, so ya had to get rid of him"
Heard a on the door, he thought
"Yo, the fuck is this?!"
Police my hizzy with reporters and psychologists
My father grabbed his gun and pullin' the trigger
("Get him, Dad, get him!")
Now you know why I'm labeled a little crazy-ass
I watched while my continued blastin'
My is hereditary, nigga
I'm the son of an assassin

My father went in the pen when I was two or three
They had him (Jail ain't shit!)
For and murder in the first degree
I haven't heard from him in about a or two
Until one night when I was watchin the eleven'oclock
'Cause I guess there's some insane
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 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 don't be alone"
I said, "Don't say another
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 my daddy the nine
I one cop in the chest;
He shot two in the spine
You know I'm pullin' the trigger,
My bullets hittin'
I go to it again, shit (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 gonna my ass
I can feel my life (Son!)
I I'm bout to die too
And just before I left I "Dad, I love you
(I you, Dad)"