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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 that son of an (son of an assassin)
Feelin' this killin' and peelin' caps cause I stop
My gangsta attitude comes from my muthafuckin pops ass
And the #1 Assassin blastin' for nothin'
caps 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!) was the sound
Of the nine when they 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 fall and hit the
Just like a brick (damn brick)
He hit the gas, and we was tickets the quickness
"G, she to play me out
the way it gotta be
Yeah," that's he said
"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 down to
Hopin' that I dream
every night I get a vision 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 pops I let my gun
I a promise
I tell if your askin'
I'm just muthafuckin son of an assassin

Ever I was seven I've been 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 with the nine
I get a flashback, and get to about
The bullies in my class
That's always fuckin with me, but shit's has to stop
The next I snuck
And I my father's 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 lookin' for a reason
To let the trigger click
I over to him and said
"What's up now, bitch?"
The fucka-sucka started
And it but he missed
I the nigga felt pissed
'Cause it was the nine that he
I socked the bitch in the
And to the ground this sucka
And this boy hesitate
He broke off than a muthafucka (Run, muthafucka, run!)
Ran inside the building thinking that was gonna 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 more will be bullied
Cause Bone just got busy
ran home, told 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 on the door, he thought
"Yo, what the is this?!"
surrounded 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 labeled a crazy-ass nigga
I watched my Pops continued blastin'
My attitude is hereditary,
'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 and murder in the first degree
I haven't heard from him in a month or two
Until one night when I was watchin the eleven'oclock
'Cause I guess some insane inmate
Just now out the pen
And he can either be in
Columbus, or
Right then it upon me I'm like
"What in the Hell?!"
And I heard 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 nine's
Until holice got in the yard and cold stormed the
We jumped up the(Gauge to your ass, nigga) hizzy
I threw my the nine
I one cop in the chest;
He two cops in the spine
You know I'm pullin' the trigger,
My steadily hittin'
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
gonna smoke my ass
I can feel my life (Son!)
I know I'm to die too
And just before I left I "Dad, I love you
(I you, Dad)"