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  • [Layzie]
    Now see I'm ******rrring up my nine
    I'm poprrring in the clip and cap
    And let you know what's really happening
    With that son of an assassin (son of an assassin)
    Feelin' this killin' and peelin' caps cause I can't stop
    My gangsta attitude comes from my mutha****** pops kickin' ass
    And the #1 Assassin blastin' ******s for nothin'
    Peelin caps with a passion
    Now, I can remember when I was just a little niggero
    Rollin' through the hood with my pops
    I watched him kill a ho
    Boom (Boom!) was the sound
    Of the nine when they kill ya
    So you didn't pay your debt
    But you had to pay the consequence
    (But you had to pay the consequence
    And blood splattered all on the ground - it made my ass sick
    I watched her fall and hit the ground
    Just like a damn brick (damn brick)
    He hit the gas, and we was tickets with the quickness
    "G, she tried to play me out
    That's the way it gotta be
    Yeah," that's what he said
    "Don't tell a soul, if you love me son"
    He gave me a hug. I said, "I won't
    'Cause I know how it's done."
    And now I lay me down to sleep
    Hopin' that I don't dream
    'Cause every night I get a vision of that
    Same thing (the same one I ****** up)
    And like a fool I'm on a block
    We're sellin' mo' ******, ******' wit my cash flow
    Like pops I let my gun smoke
    I made a promise
    I won't tell if your askin'
    I'm just that mutha****** son of an assassin
    [Krayzie]
    Ever since I was seven I've been a troubled-ass ******
    Used to sneak my father's guns just to play with that triggas
    (Don't ****** with my guns, boy)
    One day I'm playin' with the nine
    I get a flashback, and get to thinkin' about
    The mutha******' bullies in my class
    That's always ****** with me, but this *******t's has to stop
    The next morning I snuck
    And I stuck my father's nine in my lunchbox
    I'm on my way to school, that's when I spotted the ******
    Removed the nine from the lunchbox
    And slipped the ****** my jacket
    Now I'm lookin' for a reason just
    To straight let the trigger click
    I walked over to him and said
    "What's up now, ******?"
    The ******a-sucka started steppin'
    And it swung but he missed
    I knew the ****** felt pissed
    'Cause it was the nine that he kissed
    I socked the ****** in the face
    And to the ground with this sucka
    And this boy didn't hesitate
    He broke off quicker than a mutha******a (Run, mutha******a, run!)
    Ran inside the building thinking that was gonna save him
    But I caught up with the ******
    Pulled out the nine, and I sprayed him
    Tossed the gun to the pavement
    I'm heading straight for the hizzy
    No more will Krayzie be bullied
    Cause Krayzie Bone just got busy
    Then ran home, told my father
    He said "I know why you did it, son
    The punk was ******' with ya, so ya had to get rid of him"
    Heard a knock on the door, he thought
    "Yo, what the ****** is this?!"
    Police surrounded my hizzy with reporters and psychologists
    My father grabbed his gun and started 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 blastin'
    My attitude is hereditary, ******
    'Cause I'm the son of an assassin
    [Bizzy]
    My father went in the pen when I was 'bout two or three
    They had caught him (Jail ain't *******t!)
    For manslaughter and murder in the first degree
    I haven't heard from him in about a month or two
    Until one night when I was watchin the eleven'oclock news
    'Cause I guess there's some insane inmate
    Just now broke out the pen
    And he can either be in Lorain
    Columbus, or Cleveland
    Right then it dawned upon me I'm like
    "What in the Hell?!"
    And then I heard a "ring-ring" on my doorbell
    So when I opened the door, and much more to my surprise
    Me and my pops was face to face
    Lookin' eye to eye (Hello, son)
    He said, "Son I'm on the run
    And I don't wanna be alone"
    I said, "Don't say another word
    'Cause me and you is gone"
    I went upstairs and got the gauge
    The pump, the nine's legit
    Until holice got in the yard and cold stormed the *******t
    We jumped up into the(Gauge to your ass, ******) hizzy
    I threw my daddy the nine
    I shot one cop in the chest;
    He shot two cops in the spine
    You know I'm pullin' the trigger, right
    My bullets steadily hittin'
    I go to pull it again, *******t (damn)
    I ran out of ammunition
    (Where the ****** are the bullets at?!)
    I reach up for the pump
    And in a flash I got dumped and turned around
    Holice gonna smoke my ass
    I can feel my life (Son!) passin'
    I know I'm bout to die too
    And just before I left I said "Dad, I love you
    (I love you, Dad)"
  • [Layzie]
    Now see I'm ******rrring up my nine
    I'm poprrring in the clip and cap
    And let you know what's really happening
    With that son of an assassin (son of an assassin)
    Feelin' this killin' and peelin' caps cause I can't stop
    My gangsta attitude comes from my mutha****** pops kickin' ass
    And the #1 Assassin blastin' ******s for nothin'
    Peelin caps with a passion
    Now, I can remember when I was just a little niggero
    Rollin' through the hood with my pops
    I watched him kill a ho
    Boom (Boom!) was the sound
    Of the nine when they kill ya
    So you didn't pay your debt
    But you had to pay the consequence
    (But you had to pay the consequence
    And blood splattered all on the ground - it made my ass sick
    I watched her fall and hit the ground
    Just like a damn brick (damn brick)
    He hit the gas, and we was tickets with the quickness
    "G, she tried to play me out
    That's the way it gotta be
    Yeah," that's what he said
    "Don't tell a soul, if you love me son"
    He gave me a hug. I said, "I won't
    'Cause I know how it's done."
    And now I lay me down to sleep
    Hopin' that I don't dream
    'Cause every night I get a vision of that
    Same thing (the same one I ****** up)
    And like a fool I'm on a block
    We're sellin' mo' ******, ******' wit my cash flow
    Like pops I let my gun smoke
    I made a promise
    I won't tell if your askin'
    I'm just that mutha****** son of an assassin
    [Krayzie]
    Ever since I was seven I've been a troubled-ass ******
    Used to sneak my father's guns just to play with that triggas
    (Don't ****** with my guns, boy)
    One day I'm playin' with the nine
    I get a flashback, and get to thinkin' about
    The mutha******' bullies in my class
    That's always ****** with me, but this *******t's has to stop
    The next morning I snuck
    And I stuck my father's nine in my lunchbox
    I'm on my way to school, that's when I spotted the ******
    Removed the nine from the lunchbox
    And slipped the ****** my jacket
    Now I'm lookin' for a reason just
    To straight let the trigger click
    I walked over to him and said
    "What's up now, ******?"
    The ******a-sucka started steppin'
    And it swung but he missed
    I knew the ****** felt pissed
    'Cause it was the nine that he kissed
    I socked the ****** in the face
    And to the ground with this sucka
    And this boy didn't hesitate
    He broke off quicker than a mutha******a (Run, mutha******a, run!)
    Ran inside the building thinking that was gonna save him
    But I caught up with the ******
    Pulled out the nine, and I sprayed him
    Tossed the gun to the pavement
    I'm heading straight for the hizzy
    No more will Krayzie be bullied
    Cause Krayzie Bone just got busy
    Then ran home, told my father
    He said "I know why you did it, son
    The punk was ******' with ya, so ya had to get rid of him"
    Heard a knock on the door, he thought
    "Yo, what the ****** is this?!"
    Police surrounded my hizzy with reporters and psychologists
    My father grabbed his gun and started 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 blastin'
    My attitude is hereditary, ******
    'Cause I'm the son of an assassin
    [Bizzy]
    My father went in the pen when I was 'bout two or three
    They had caught him (Jail ain't *******t!)
    For manslaughter and murder in the first degree
    I haven't heard from him in about a month or two
    Until one night when I was watchin the eleven'oclock news
    'Cause I guess there's some insane inmate
    Just now broke out the pen
    And he can either be in Lorain
    Columbus, or Cleveland
    Right then it dawned upon me I'm like
    "What in the Hell?!"
    And then I heard a "ring-ring" on my doorbell
    So when I opened the door, and much more to my surprise
    Me and my pops was face to face
    Lookin' eye to eye (Hello, son)
    He said, "Son I'm on the run
    And I don't wanna be alone"
    I said, "Don't say another word
    'Cause me and you is gone"
    I went upstairs and got the gauge
    The pump, the nine's legit
    Until holice got in the yard and cold stormed the *******t
    We jumped up into the(Gauge to your ass, ******) hizzy
    I threw my daddy the nine
    I shot one cop in the chest;
    He shot two cops in the spine
    You know I'm pullin' the trigger, right
    My bullets steadily hittin'
    I go to pull it again, *******t (damn)
    I ran out of ammunition
    (Where the ****** are the bullets at?!)
    I reach up for the pump
    And in a flash I got dumped and turned around
    Holice gonna smoke my ass
    I can feel my life (Son!) passin'
    I know I'm bout to die too
    And just before I left I said "Dad, I love you
    (I love you, Dad)"