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Now see I'm up my nine
I'm poprrring in the and cap
And let you know what's really
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 niggas for nothin'
caps with a passion
Now, I can remember I was just a little niggero
Rollin' through the with my pops
I watched him a ho
Boom (Boom!) was the
Of the nine when they 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 and hit the ground
Just like a 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," what 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 down to
Hopin' I don't dream
'Cause every night I get a of that
Same thing [the same one I up]
And like a I'm on a block
We're sellin' mo' dope, fuckin' wit my flow
Like I let my gun smoke
I a promise
I won't tell if askin'
I'm just muthafuckin son of an assassin

Ever since I was I've been a troubled-ass nigga
Used to sneak my father's guns just to play with triggas
(Don't fuck my guns, boy)
One day I'm playin' with the
I get a flashback, and get to thinkin'
The muthafuckin' in my class
That's always fuckin with me, but this has to stop
The next morning I
And I my father's nine 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 just
To straight let the click
I over to him and said
"What's up now, bitch?"
The fucka-sucka steppin'
And it but he missed
I knew the nigga pissed
'Cause it was the nine that he
I socked the in the face
And to the ground with this
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 the nigga
Pulled out the nine, and I him
Tossed the gun to the
I'm heading straight for the
No more will Krayzie be
Cause Krayzie Bone 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"
Heard a knock on the door, he
"Yo, what the is this?!"
Police my hizzy with reporters and psychologists
My father his gun and started pullin' the trigger
("Get him, Dad, get him!")
Now you know why I'm a little crazy-ass nigga
I watched while my Pops continued
My is hereditary, nigga
'Cause I'm the son of an

My went in the pen when I was 'bout two or three
They had caught him (Jail shit!)
For manslaughter and in the first degree
I haven't heard him in about a month or two
Until one night when I was watchin the 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 a "ring-ring" on my doorbell
So I opened the door, and much more 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 went upstairs and got the
The pump, the legit
Until holice got in the yard and cold stormed the
We jumped up the(Gauge to your ass, nigga) hizzy
I my daddy the nine
I one cop in the chest;
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 are the bullets at?!)
I up for the pump
And in a I got dumped and turned around
Holice gonna my ass
I can my life (Son!) passin'
I I'm bout to die too
And just I left I said "Dad, I love you
(I you, Dad)"