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Now see I'm cockrrring up my
I'm in the clip and cap
And let you what's really happening
that son of an assassin (son of an assassin)
Feelin' this killin' and caps cause I can't stop
My gangsta attitude comes from my muthafuckin kickin' ass
And the #1 blastin' niggas for nothin'
Peelin with a passion
Now, I can remember when I was just a little
Rollin' through the hood my pops
I watched him a ho
(Boom!) was the sound
Of the nine they 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 - 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 with the quickness
"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 know how done."
And now I lay me to sleep
Hopin' that I dream
every night I get a vision of that
Same [the same one I fucked up]
And like a I'm on a block
We're mo' dope, fuckin' wit my cash flow
Like pops I let my gun
I a promise
I won't tell if your
I'm just that muthafuckin son of an

Ever since I was seven I've been a nigga
Used to sneak my father's guns just to play that triggas
(Don't with my guns, boy)
One day I'm playin' the nine
I get a flashback, and get to thinkin'
The muthafuckin' bullies in my
That's always fuckin with me, but this shit's has to
The next I snuck
And I stuck my nine in my lunchbox
I'm on my way to school, when I spotted the faggot
the nine from the lunchbox
And the bitch my jacket
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 started
And it but he missed
I knew the nigga felt
it was the nine that he kissed
I socked the bitch in the
And to the ground this sucka
And this boy hesitate
He broke off quicker a muthafucka (Run, muthafucka, run!)
Ran inside the building thinking that was 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
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"
a knock on the door, he thought
"Yo, what the is this?!"
Police surrounded my hizzy with and psychologists
My father grabbed his gun and started the trigger
("Get him, Dad, get him!")
Now you know why I'm labeled a little nigga
I watched while my Pops continued
My attitude is hereditary,
I'm the son of an assassin

My father in the pen when 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 watchin the eleven'oclock
I guess there's some insane inmate
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 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 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 holice got in the yard and cold the shit
We jumped up into the(Gauge to ass, nigga) hizzy
I my daddy the nine
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 pull it again, (damn)
I ran out of
(Where the fuck are the at?!)
I up for the pump
And in a flash I got dumped and turned
Holice gonna my ass
I can feel my life (Son!)
I I'm bout to die too
And before I left I said "Dad, I love you
(I you, Dad)"