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Текст песни Bone Thugs N Harmony - Sons Of Assassins

Bone Thugs N Harmony - Sons Of Assassins слова песни




[Layzie]Now see I`m cockrrring up my nineI`m poprrring in the clip and capAnd let you know what`s really happeningWith that son of an assassin (son of an assassin)Feelin` this killin` and peelin` caps cause I can`t stopMy gangsta attitude comes from my muthafuckin pops kickin` assAnd the #1 Assassin blastin` niggas for nothin`Peelin caps with a passionNow, I can remember when I was just a little niggeroRollin` through the hood with my popsI watched him kill a hoBoom (Boom!) was the soundOf the nine when they kill yaSo you didn`t pay your debtBut you had to pay the consequence(But you had to pay the consequenceAnd blood splattered all on the ground - it made my ass sickI watched her fall and hit the groundJust like a damn brick (damn brick)He hit the gas, and we was tickets with the quickness"G, she tried to play me outThat`s the way it gotta beYeah," 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 sleepHopin` that I don`t dream`Cause every night I get a vision of thatSame thing [the same one I fucked up]And like a fool I`m on a blockWe`re sellin` mo` dope, fuckin` wit my cash flowLike pops I let my gun smokeI made a promiseI 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 niggaUsed 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 nineI get a flashback, and get to thinkin` aboutThe muthafuckin` bullies in my classThat`s always fuckin with me, but this shit`s has to stopThe next morning I snuckAnd I stuck my father`s nine in my lunchboxI`m on my way to school, that`s when I spotted the faggotRemoved the nine from the lunchboxAnd slipped the bitch my jacketNow I`m lookin` for a reason justTo straight let the trigger clickI walked over to him and said"What`s up now, bitch?"The fucka-sucka started steppin`And it swung but he missedI knew the nigga felt pissed`Cause it was the nine that he kissedI socked the bitch in the faceAnd to the ground with this suckaAnd this boy didn`t hesitateHe broke off quicker than a muthafucka (Run, muthafucka, run!)Ran inside the building thinking that was gonna save himBut I caught up with the niggaPulled out the nine, and I sprayed himTossed the gun to the pavementI`m heading straight for the hizzyNo more will Krayzie be bulliedCause Krayzie Bone just got busyThen ran home, told my fatherHe said "I know why you did it, sonThe 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 psychologistsMy 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 niggaI 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 threeThey had caught him (Jail ain`t shit!)For manslaughter and murder in the first degreeI haven`t heard from him in about a month or twoUntil one night when I was watchin the eleven`oclock news`Cause I guess there`s some insane inmateJust now broke out the penAnd he can either be in LorainColumbus, or ClevelandRight then it dawned upon me I`m like"What in the Hell?!"And then I heard a "ring-ring" on my doorbellSo when I opened the door, and much more to my surpriseMe and my pops was face to faceLookin` eye to eye (Hello, son)He said, "Son I`m on the runAnd 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 gaugeThe pump, the nine`s legitUntil holice got in the yard and cold stormed the shitWe jumped up into the(Gauge to your ass, nigga) hizzyI threw my daddy the nineI shot one cop in the chest;He shot two cops in the spineYou know I`m pullin` the trigger, rightMy 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 pumpAnd in a flash I got dumped and turned aroundHolice gonna smoke my assI can feel my life (Son!) passin`I know I`m bout to die tooAnd just before I left I said "Dad, I love you(I love you, Dad)"

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