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Now see I'm up my nine
I'm in the clip and cap
And let you know what's really
that son of an assassin (son of an assassin)
Feelin' killin' and peelin' caps cause I can't stop
My gangsta attitude comes from my pops kickin' ass
And the #1 blastin' niggas for nothin'
caps with a passion
Now, I can remember when I was just a niggero
Rollin' the hood with my pops
I watched him a ho
(Boom!) was the sound
Of the when they kill ya
So you pay your 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 watched her and hit the ground
Just a damn brick (damn brick)
He hit the gas, and we was with the quickness
"G, she to play me out
the way it gotta be
Yeah," that's what he
"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 vision of
thing [the same one I fucked up]
And a fool I'm on a block
We're sellin' mo' dope, wit my cash flow
pops I let my gun smoke
I a promise
I tell if your 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 just to play with that triggas
(Don't with my guns, boy)
One day I'm playin' with the
I get a flashback, and get to about
The muthafuckin' bullies in my
That's always fuckin with me, but this shit's has to
The next morning I
And I stuck my 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 bitch my
Now I'm lookin' for a reason
To straight let the click
I walked over to him and
"What's up now, bitch?"
The fucka-sucka started
And it swung but he
I knew the felt pissed
'Cause it was the nine he kissed
I socked the bitch in the
And to the ground this sucka
And boy didn't hesitate
He off quicker than a muthafucka (Run, muthafucka, run!)
Ran inside the building thinking that was gonna him
But I caught up with the
Pulled out the nine, and I him
Tossed the gun to the
I'm heading for the hizzy
No more will Krayzie be
Cause Krayzie Bone just got
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 on the door, he thought
"Yo, the fuck is this?!"
Police surrounded my hizzy with and psychologists
My father grabbed his gun and pullin' the trigger
("Get him, Dad, get him!")
Now you know why I'm labeled a little crazy-ass
I watched while my Pops continued
My is hereditary, nigga
I'm the son of an assassin

My father went in the pen when I was two or three
They had him (Jail ain't shit!)
For manslaughter and murder in the degree
I haven't heard from him in a month or two
Until one when I was watchin the eleven'oclock news
'Cause I guess there's some insane
now broke out the pen
And he can either be in
Columbus, or
Right then it upon me I'm like
"What in the Hell?!"
And then I heard a "ring-ring" on my
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 word
me and you is gone"
I went and got the gauge
The pump, the nine's
Until holice got in the and cold stormed the shit
We jumped up into the(Gauge to ass, nigga) hizzy
I my daddy the nine
I shot one cop in the
He shot two cops in the
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 around
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)"