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Bone Thugs N Harmony - "Sons Of Assassins"
Lyrics to Sons Of Assassins : Now see Im cockrrring up my nine. Im poprrring in the clip and cap, and let you know whats really happening with that son of an assassin [son of an assassin]. Feelin this killin and peelin caps cause I cant 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 didnt 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. Thats the way it gotta be, yeah," thats what he said. "Dont tell a soul, if you love me son." He gave me a hug. I said, "I wont, cause I know how its done." And now I lay me down to sleep, hopin that I dont dream, cause every night I get a vision of that same thing [the same one I fucked up], and like a fool Im on a block, were sellin mo dope, fuckin wit my cash flow, like pops I let my gun smoke. I made a promise. I wont tell if your askin. Im just that muthafuckin son of an assassin. Ever since I was seven Ive been a troubled-ass nigga, used to sneak my fathers guns just to play with that triggas [Dont fuck with my guns, boy]. One day Im playin with the nine, I get a flashback, and get to thinkin about the muthafuckin bullies in my class thats always fuckin with me, but this shits has to stop. The next morning I snuck, and I stuck my fathers nine in my lunchbox. Im on my way to school, thats when I spotted the faggot. Removed the nine from the lunchbox and slipped the bitch in my jacket. Now Im lookin for a reason just to straight let the trigger click. I walked over to him and said, "Whats 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 didnt 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, Im 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 Im labeled a little crazy-ass nigga. I watched while my Pops continued blastin. My attitude is hereditary, nigga, cause Im the son of an assassin. My father went in the pen when I was bout two or three. They had caught him [Jail aint shit!] for manslaughter and murder in the first degree. I havent heard from him in about a month or two, until one night when I was watchin the elevenoclock news, cause I guess theres 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 Im 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 Im on the run, and I dont wanna be alone." I said, "Dont say another word, cause me and you is gone." I went upstairs and got the gauge, the pump, the nines 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 Im 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 Im bout to die too, and just before I left I said "Dad, I love you. [I love you, Dad]." [ Sons Of Assassins Lyrics ]
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