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