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Now see I'm up my nine
I'm poprrring in the and cap
And let you know what's really
that son of an assassin (son of an assassin)
Feelin' this killin' and peelin' caps I can't stop
My gangsta attitude comes from my muthafuckin pops ass
And the #1 Assassin blastin' niggas for
Peelin 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 (Boom!) was the
Of the when 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 ground - it my ass sick
I her fall and hit the ground
Just like a brick (damn brick)
He hit the gas, and we was with the quickness
"G, she to play me out
That's the way it be
Yeah," that's what he
"Don't tell a soul, if you me son"
He me a hug. I said, "I won't
'Cause I how it's done."
And now I lay me down to
Hopin' I don't dream
every night I get a vision of that
Same [the same one I fucked up]
And a fool I'm on a block
We're sellin' mo' dope, wit my cash flow
Like I let my gun smoke
I a promise
I won't tell if your
I'm just that muthafuckin son of an

Ever since I was seven been a troubled-ass nigga
Used to sneak my father's guns just to play with triggas
(Don't with my guns, boy)
One day I'm with the nine
I get a flashback, and get to about
The muthafuckin' bullies in my
That's always fuckin with me, but shit's has to stop
The next I snuck
And I stuck my father's nine in my
I'm on my way to school, that's when I spotted the
Removed the nine from the
And slipped the my jacket
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 steppin'
And it swung but he
I knew the nigga felt
'Cause it was the nine that he
I the bitch in the face
And to the with this sucka
And this boy hesitate
He broke off than a muthafucka (Run, muthafucka, run!)
Ran inside the building thinking was gonna save him
But I up with the nigga
Pulled out the nine, and I him
Tossed the gun to the
I'm straight for the hizzy
No more Krayzie be bullied
Cause Bone just got busy
Then ran home, my father
He "I know why you did it, son
The punk was fuckin' ya, so ya had to get rid of him"
Heard a knock on the door, he
"Yo, what the is this?!"
Police surrounded my with reporters and psychologists
My father grabbed his gun and started pullin' the
("Get him, Dad, get him!")
Now you know why I'm a little crazy-ass nigga
I watched while my Pops blastin'
My attitude is hereditary,
I'm the son of an assassin

My went in the pen when I was 'bout two or three
They had him (Jail ain't shit!)
For manslaughter and in the first degree
I haven't heard from him in about a or two
Until one when I was watchin the eleven'oclock news
'Cause I guess some insane inmate
Just now out the pen
And he can either be in
Columbus, or
Right then it dawned upon me I'm
"What in the Hell?!"
And then I a "ring-ring" on my doorbell
So I opened the door, and much more to my surprise
Me and my was face to face
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
Until holice got in the yard and 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 shot two in the spine
You I'm pullin' 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 flash I got and turned around
Holice smoke my ass
I can feel my (Son!) passin'
I know I'm to die too
And just I left I said "Dad, I love you
(I you, Dad)"