Sons Of Assassins
(专辑: Faces Of Death - 1993)
[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) Feeling this killing and peeling caps cause I
can't stop My gangsta attitude comes from my muthafuckin pops kicking ass And the
#1 Assassin blasting niggas for nothing Peelin caps with a
passion Now, I
can remember when I
was just a
little niggero Rolling 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 Hoping 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 selling mo' dope, fucking wit my cash flow Like pops I
let my gun smoke I
made a
promise I
won't tell if your asking 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 playing with the
nine I
get a
flashback, and get to thinking about The
muthafucking 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 looking 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 stepping 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 fucking 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 pulling 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 blasting 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 Looking 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 pulling the
trigger, right My bullets steadily hitting 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!) passing I
know I'm bout to die too And just before I
left I
said "Dad, I
love you (I love you, Dad)"