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[Layzie] |
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Now see I'm ******rrring 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 mutha****** pops kickin' ass |
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And the #1 Assassin blastin' ******s 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 ****** up) |
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And like a fool I'm on a block |
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We're sellin' mo' ******, ******' 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 mutha****** son of an assassin |
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[Krayzie] |
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Ever since I was seven I've been a troubled-ass ****** |
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Used to sneak my father's guns just to play with that triggas |
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(Don't ****** 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 mutha******' bullies in my class |
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That's always ****** with me, but this *******t'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 ****** |
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Removed the nine from the lunchbox |
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And slipped the ****** 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, ******?" |
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The ******a-sucka started steppin' |
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And it swung but he missed |
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I knew the ****** felt pissed |
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'Cause it was the nine that he kissed |
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I socked the ****** 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 mutha******a (Run, mutha******a, 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 ****** |
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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 ******' 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 ****** 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 ****** |
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I watched while my Pops continued blastin' |
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My attitude is hereditary, ****** |
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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 *******t!) |
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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 *******t |
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We jumped up into the(Gauge to your ass, ******) 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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He shot two cops in the spine |
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You know I'm pullin' the trigger, right |
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My bullets steadily hittin' |
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I go to pull it again, *******t (damn) |
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I ran out of ammunition |
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(Where the ****** are the bullets at?!) |
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I reach up for the pump |
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And in a flash I got dumped and turned around |
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Holice gonna smoke my ass |
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I can feel my life (Son!) passin' |
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I know I'm bout to die too |
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And just before I left I said "Dad, I love you |
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(I love you, Dad)" |
