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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
that son of an assassin (son of an assassin)
Feelin' this killin' and peelin' caps I can't stop
My gangsta attitude comes my muthafuckin pops kickin' ass
And the #1 Assassin niggas for nothin'
caps with a passion
Now, I can remember when I was just a little
Rollin' the hood with my pops
I him kill a ho
(Boom!) was the sound
Of the when they kill ya
So you didn't pay 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 her fall and hit the ground
like a damn brick (damn brick)
He hit the gas, and we was with the quickness
"G, she tried to me out
the way it gotta be
Yeah," that's he said
"Don't a soul, if you love me son"
He gave me a hug. I said, "I
'Cause I how it's done."
And now I lay me to sleep
Hopin' that I dream
'Cause every night I get a of that
Same [the same one I fucked up]
And like a fool I'm on a
We're sellin' mo' dope, fuckin' wit my cash
Like pops I let my gun
I made a
I won't if your askin'
I'm just muthafuckin son of an assassin

Ever I was seven I've been a troubled-ass nigga
Used to sneak my father's guns just to play with triggas
(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
always fuckin with me, but this shit's has to stop
The morning I snuck
And I my father's nine in my lunchbox
I'm on my way to school, that's I spotted the faggot
Removed the nine the lunchbox
And slipped the my jacket
Now I'm lookin' for a reason
To straight let the trigger
I walked to him and said
"What's up now, bitch?"
The fucka-sucka steppin'
And it swung but he
I knew the felt pissed
it was the nine that he kissed
I the bitch in the face
And to the with this sucka
And this boy didn't
He broke off quicker than a (Run, muthafucka, run!)
Ran inside the building thinking that was gonna him
But I caught up the nigga
Pulled out the nine, and I him
Tossed the gun to the
I'm heading straight for the
No will Krayzie be bullied
Cause Bone just got busy
Then ran home, my father
He "I know why you did it, son
The punk was fuckin' 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 his gun and started pullin' the trigger
("Get him, Dad, get him!")
Now you know why I'm labeled a little crazy-ass
I while my Pops continued blastin'
My attitude is hereditary,
I'm the son of an assassin

My father went in the pen I was 'bout two or three
They had him (Jail ain't shit!)
For manslaughter and murder in the first
I haven't heard him in about a month or two
Until one night when I was the eleven'oclock news
'Cause I guess some insane inmate
Just now out the pen
And he can be in Lorain
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 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 went and got the gauge
The pump, the nine's
holice 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 one cop in the chest;
He two cops in the spine
You know I'm pullin' the trigger,
My bullets steadily
I go to it again, shit (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
gonna smoke my ass
I can my life (Son!) passin'
I I'm bout to die too
And just before I I said "Dad, I love you
(I you, Dad)"