[Layzie]
Now see I`m cockrrring 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 muthafuckin pops kickin` ass
And the #1 Assassin blastin` niggas 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 fucked up]
And like a fool I`m on a block
We`re sellin` mo` dope, fuckin` 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 muthafuckin son of an assassin
[Krayzie]
Ever since I was seven I`ve been a troubled-ass nigga
Used to sneak my father`s guns just to play with that triggas
(Don`t fuck with my guns, boy)
One day I`m playin` with the nine
I get a flashback, and get to thinkin` about
The muthafuckin` bullies in my class
That`s always fuckin with me, but this shit`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 faggot
Removed the nine from the lunchbox
And slipped the bitch 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, bitch?
The fucka-sucka started steppin`
And it swung but he missed
I knew the nigga felt pissed
`Cause it was the nine that he kissed
I socked the bitch in the face
And to the ground with this sucka
And this boy didn`t hesitate
He broke off quicker than a muthafucka (Run, muthafucka, run!)
Ran inside the building thinking that was gonna save him
But I caught up with the nigga
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 fuckin` with ya, so ya had to get rid of him
Heard a knock on the door, he thought
Yo, what the fuck 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 nigga
I watched while my Pops continued blastin`
My attitude is hereditary, nigga
`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 shit!)
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 shit
We jumped up into the(Gauge to your ass, nigga) 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, shit (damn)
I ran out of ammunition
(Where the fuck 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)
