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Now see I'm up my nine
I'm in the clip 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 from my muthafuckin pops kickin' ass
And the #1 Assassin niggas for nothin'
Peelin with a passion
Now, I can remember I was just a little niggero
Rollin' through the hood my pops
I watched him a ho
Boom (Boom!) was the
Of the nine when kill ya
So you didn't pay 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 watched her and hit the ground
Just a damn brick (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
that I don't dream
'Cause every night I get a of that
Same thing same one I fucked 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 tell if your askin'
I'm just that muthafuckin son of an

Ever since I was seven I've a troubled-ass nigga
to sneak my father's guns just 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 thinkin'
The bullies in my class
That's always fuckin with me, but shit's 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
Removed the nine the lunchbox
And slipped the bitch my
Now I'm for a reason just
To straight let the click
I over to him and said
"What's up now, bitch?"
The fucka-sucka steppin'
And it swung but he
I the nigga felt pissed
'Cause it was the nine he kissed
I socked the bitch in the
And to the ground this sucka
And boy didn't hesitate
He broke off quicker a muthafucka (Run, muthafucka, run!)
Ran inside the building thinking that was gonna him
But I caught up with the
out the nine, and I sprayed him
Tossed the gun to the
I'm heading for the hizzy
No more will Krayzie be
Cause Bone just 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 on the door, he thought
"Yo, what the is this?!"
Police surrounded my with reporters and psychologists
My father grabbed his gun and started the trigger
("Get him, Dad, get him!")
Now you know why I'm labeled a crazy-ass nigga
I watched my Pops continued blastin'
My is hereditary, nigga
'Cause I'm the son of an

My father in the pen when I was 'bout two or three
They had caught him (Jail shit!)
For manslaughter and murder in the first
I haven't heard from him in about a or two
Until one night when I was watchin the news
'Cause I there's some insane inmate
Just now out the pen
And he can either be in
Columbus, or
Right then it dawned upon me I'm
"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 to face
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 nine's
Until got in the yard and cold stormed the shit
We up into the(Gauge to your ass, nigga) hizzy
I my daddy the nine
I shot one cop in the
He shot two cops in the
You I'm pullin' the trigger, right
My bullets hittin'
I go to pull it again, (damn)
I ran out of
(Where the are the bullets at?!)
I reach up for the
And in a I got dumped and turned around
gonna smoke 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)"