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Now see I'm up my nine
I'm in the clip and cap
And let you what's really happening
With son of an assassin (son of an assassin)
this killin' and peelin' caps cause I can't stop
My gangsta attitude comes from my muthafuckin kickin' ass
And the #1 Assassin niggas for nothin'
caps with a passion
Now, I can remember when I was just a little
Rollin' through the with 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 her fall 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 how it's done."
And now I lay me down to
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 sellin' mo' dope, wit my cash flow
pops I let my gun smoke
I a promise
I won't tell if askin'
I'm that muthafuckin 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 with my guns, boy)
One day I'm with the nine
I get a flashback, and get to thinkin'
The muthafuckin' bullies in my
always fuckin with me, but this shit's has to stop
The next morning I
And I stuck my father's nine in my
I'm on my way to school, that's I spotted the faggot
the nine from the lunchbox
And the bitch my jacket
Now I'm for a reason just
To let the trigger click
I over to him and said
"What's up now, bitch?"
The fucka-sucka steppin'
And it but he missed
I knew the felt pissed
'Cause it was the nine he kissed
I the bitch in the face
And to the ground with this
And boy didn't hesitate
He broke off quicker a muthafucka (Run, muthafucka, run!)
Ran the building thinking that was gonna save him
But I caught up with the
out the nine, and I sprayed him
Tossed the gun to the
I'm heading straight for the
No more Krayzie be bullied
Cause Bone just got busy
Then ran home, my father
He "I know why you did it, son
The was fuckin' with ya, so ya had to get rid of him"
Heard a knock on the door, he
"Yo, the fuck is this?!"
Police surrounded my hizzy reporters and psychologists
My father grabbed his gun and started the trigger
("Get him, Dad, get him!")
Now you know why I'm a little crazy-ass nigga
I watched my Pops continued blastin'
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 caught him (Jail shit!)
For manslaughter and in the first degree
I haven't from him in about a month or two
Until one when I was watchin the eleven'oclock news
'Cause I guess some insane inmate
now broke out the pen
And he can be in Lorain
Columbus, or
then it dawned upon me I'm like
"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 face to
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 legit
holice got in the yard and cold stormed the shit
We jumped up into the(Gauge to your ass, nigga)
I my daddy the nine
I shot one cop in the
He two cops in the spine
You know I'm the trigger, right
My bullets hittin'
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 I got dumped and turned around
Holice smoke 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)"