Sons Of Assassins Lyrics - Faces Of Death - Bone Thugs N Harmony

[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) 

Feelin' this killin' and peelin' caps cause I can't 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 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 

Hopin' 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 sellin' mo' dope, fuckin' wit my cash flow 

Like pops I let my gun smoke 

I made a promise 

I won't tell if your askin' 

I'm just that muthafuckin son of an assassin 

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[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 playin' with the nine 

I get a flashback, and get to thinkin' about 

The muthafuckin' 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 lookin' 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 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 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 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 I'm labeled a little crazy-ass nigga 

I watched while my Pops continued blastin' 

My attitude is hereditary, nigga 

'Cause I'm the son of an assassin 

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[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 

Lookin' 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 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 I'm bout to die too 

And just before I left I said "Dad, I love you 

(I love you, Dad)"