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Now see I'm up my nine
I'm poprrring in the and cap
And let you what's 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 caps with a
Now, I can remember I was just a little niggero
Rollin' through the hood 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 my ass sick
I her fall and hit the ground
Just like a 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 a soul, if you love me son"
He me a hug. I said, "I won't
'Cause I know how done."
And now I lay me to sleep
Hopin' that I don't
'Cause every night I get a of that
thing [the same one I fucked up]
And like a I'm on a block
sellin' mo' dope, fuckin' 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 troubled-ass
to sneak my father's guns just to play with that triggas
(Don't fuck my guns, boy)
One day I'm with the nine
I get a flashback, and get to thinkin'
The bullies in my class
That's always fuckin with me, but this shit's has to
The next I snuck
And I stuck my father's in my lunchbox
I'm on my way to school, when I spotted the faggot
Removed the nine the lunchbox
And slipped the bitch my
Now I'm lookin' for a reason
To let the trigger click
I over to him and said
"What's up now, bitch?"
The started steppin'
And it swung but he
I knew the nigga felt
it was the nine that he kissed
I socked the in the face
And to the ground with sucka
And boy didn't hesitate
He off quicker than a muthafucka (Run, muthafucka, run!)
Ran inside the building thinking that was save him
But I up with the nigga
Pulled out the nine, and I him
Tossed the gun to the
I'm heading for the hizzy
No will Krayzie be bullied
Cause Bone just got busy
Then ran home, told my
He "I know why you did it, son
The punk was with ya, so ya had to get rid of him"
a knock on the door, he thought
"Yo, what the is this?!"
surrounded my hizzy with reporters and psychologists
My grabbed 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 is hereditary, nigga
'Cause I'm the son of an

My went in the pen when I was 'bout two or three
had caught him (Jail ain't shit!)
For manslaughter and in the first degree
I haven't heard him in about a month or two
Until one night I was watchin the eleven'oclock news
'Cause I there's some insane inmate
now broke out the pen
And he can either be in
Columbus, or
Right then it dawned me I'm like
"What in the Hell?!"
And then I a "ring-ring" on my doorbell
So when I opened the door, and much more to my
Me and my pops was 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 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 shot one cop in the
He shot two cops in the
You know I'm pullin' the trigger,
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)"