Sons of Assassins

[Layzie]<br>Now see I`m cockrrring up my nine<br>I`m poprrring in the clip and cap<br>And let you know what`s really happening<br>With that son of an assassin (son of an assassin)<br>Feelin` this killin` and peelin` caps cause I can`t stop<br>My gangsta attitude comes from my muthafuckin pops kickin` ass<br>And the #1 Assassin blastin` niggas for nothin`<br>Peelin caps with a passion<br>Now, I can remember when I was just a little niggero<br>Rollin` through the hood with my pops<br>I watched him kill a ho<br>Boom (Boom!) was the sound<br>Of the nine when they kill ya<br>So you didn`t pay your debt<br>But you had to pay the consequence<br>(But you had to pay the consequence<br>And blood splattered all on the ground - it made my ass sick<br>I watched her fall and hit the ground<br>Just like a damn brick (damn brick)<br>He hit the gas, and we was tickets with the quickness<br>"G, she tried to play me out<br>That`s the way it gotta be<br>Yeah," that`s what he said<br>"Don`t tell a soul, if you love me son"<br>He gave me a hug. I said, "I won`t<br>`Cause I know how it`s done."<br>And now I lay me down to sleep<br>Hopin` that I don`t dream<br>`Cause every night I get a vision of that<br>Same thing [the same one I fucked up]<br>And like a fool I`m on a block<br>We`re sellin` mo` dope, fuckin` wit my cash flow<br>Like pops I let my gun smoke<br>I made a promise<br>I won`t tell if your askin`<br>I`m just that muthafuckin son of an assassin<br><br>[Krayzie]<br>Ever since I was seven I`ve been a troubled-ass nigga<br>Used to sneak my father`s guns just to play with that triggas<br>(Don`t fuck with my guns, boy)<br>One day I`m playin` with the nine<br>I get a flashback, and get to thinkin` about<br>The muthafuckin` bullies in my class<br>That`s always fuckin with me, but this shit`s has to stop<br>The next morning I snuck<br>And I stuck my father`s nine in my lunchbox<br>I`m on my way to school, that`s when I spotted the faggot<br>Removed the nine from the lunchbox<br>And slipped the bitch my jacket<br>Now I`m lookin` for a reason just<br>To straight let the trigger click<br>I walked over to him and said<br>"What`s up now, bitch?"<br>The fucka-sucka started steppin`<br>And it swung but he missed<br>I knew the nigga felt pissed<br>`Cause it was the nine that he kissed<br>I socked the bitch in the face<br>And to the ground with this sucka<br>And this boy didn`t hesitate<br>He broke off quicker than a muthafucka (Run, muthafucka, run!)<br>Ran inside the building thinking that was gonna save him<br>But I caught up with the nigga<br>Pulled out the nine, and I sprayed him<br>Tossed the gun to the pavement<br>I`m heading straight for the hizzy<br>No more will Krayzie be bullied<br>Cause Krayzie Bone just got busy<br>Then ran home, told my father<br>He said "I know why you did it, son<br>The punk was fuckin` with ya, so ya had to get rid of him"<br>Heard a knock on the door, he thought<br>"Yo, what the fuck is this?!"<br>Police surrounded my hizzy with reporters and psychologists<br>My father grabbed his gun and started pullin` the trigger<br>("Get him, Dad, get him!")<br>Now you know why I`m labeled a little crazy-ass nigga<br>I watched while my Pops continued blastin`<br>My attitude is hereditary, nigga<br>`Cause I`m the son of an assassin<br><br>[Bizzy]<br>My father went in the pen when I was `bout two or three<br>They had caught him (Jail ain`t shit!)<br>For manslaughter and murder in the first degree<br>I haven`t heard from him in about a month or two<br>Until one night when I was watchin the eleven`oclock news<br>`Cause I guess there`s some insane inmate<br>Just now broke out the pen<br>And he can either be in Lorain<br>Columbus, or Cleveland<br>Right then it dawned upon me I`m like<br>"What in the Hell?!"<br>And then I heard a "ring-ring" on my doorbell<br>So when I opened the door, and much more to my surprise<br>Me and my pops was face to face<br>Lookin` eye to eye (Hello, son)<br>He said, "Son I`m on the run<br>And I don`t wanna be alone"<br>I said, "Don`t say another word<br>`Cause me and you is gone"<br>I went upstairs and got the gauge<br>The pump, the nine`s legit<br>Until holice got in the yard and cold stormed the shit<br>We jumped up into the(Gauge to your ass, nigga) hizzy<br>I threw my daddy the nine<br>I shot one cop in the chest;<br>He shot two cops in the spine<br>You know I`m pullin` the trigger, right<br>My bullets steadily hittin`<br>I go to pull it again, shit (damn)<br>I ran out of ammunition<br>(Where the fuck are the bullets at?!)<br>I reach up for the pump<br>And in a flash I got dumped and turned around<br>Holice gonna smoke my ass<br>I can feel my life (Son!) passin`<br>I know I`m bout to die too<br>And just before I left I said "Dad, I love you<br>(I love you, Dad)"