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Now see I'm up my nine
I'm poprrring in the 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 comes from my muthafuckin pops kickin' ass
And the #1 Assassin blastin' niggas for
caps with a passion
Now, I can remember when I was just a little
Rollin' through the hood with my
I him kill a ho
(Boom!) was the sound
Of the nine when kill ya
So you pay your 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 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 tell a soul, if you me son"
He me a hug. I said, "I won't
'Cause I know how done."
And now I lay me to sleep
Hopin' I don't dream
'Cause every night I get a of that
Same thing same one I fucked up]
And like a fool I'm on a
sellin' mo' dope, fuckin' wit my cash flow
Like I let my gun smoke
I a promise
I won't tell if your
I'm just that son of an assassin

Ever since I was seven I've been a nigga
Used to sneak my father's guns to play with that triggas
(Don't fuck my guns, boy)
One day I'm playin' with the
I get a flashback, and get to thinkin'
The muthafuckin' bullies in my
That's fuckin with me, but this shit's has to stop
The next morning I
And I stuck my father's in my lunchbox
I'm on my way to school, when I spotted the faggot
Removed the nine the lunchbox
And the bitch my jacket
Now I'm for a reason just
To straight let the click
I walked to him and said
"What's up now, bitch?"
The started steppin'
And it swung but he
I knew the nigga pissed
it was the nine that he kissed
I the bitch in the face
And to the ground with this
And this boy hesitate
He broke off quicker than a (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 Krayzie be bullied
Cause Krayzie just got busy
Then ran home, told my
He "I know why you did it, son
The was fuckin' with ya, so ya had to get rid of him"
a knock on the door, he thought
"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 why I'm labeled a little crazy-ass nigga
I watched my Pops continued blastin'
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 caught him (Jail shit!)
For and murder in the first degree
I haven't heard him in about a month or two
Until one night when I was watchin the eleven'oclock
'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 when I opened the door, and much more to my
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 word
me and you is gone"
I went upstairs and got the
The pump, the nine's
Until holice got in the yard and stormed the shit
We jumped up into the(Gauge to your ass, nigga)
I threw my the nine
I one cop in the chest;
He two cops in the spine
You know I'm the trigger, right
My bullets hittin'
I go to pull it again, (damn)
I ran out of
(Where the fuck are the at?!)
I reach up for the
And in a flash I got and turned around
Holice gonna my ass
I can my life (Son!) passin'
I know I'm to die too
And just before I left I said "Dad, I you
(I you, Dad)"