human race Don't give a damn about anyone What gives you the right To put man's life in your hands You're a cold-blooded killer You must be insane Assassin
译文: 麻烦. 刺客.
译文: 麻烦. 刺客（3:12）.
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
dead butt naked, man, you *** with a boss Cross paths with me, I'm in the hood, all them Watts, in the Bronx Where they cater all around the devil block Trouble
will you motherfuckers quit? Every motherfuckin mornin it's the same ol bullshit I peeped to see the thrashin Some nigga runnin with a butcher knife, screamin out "assassin
For these vicious acts, she should be punished to the fullest Extent of the law Pardon me your honor, may I address the bench? They try-na assassinate
Had to cancel out, two punk niggaz up in the source (Hahahahaha) Tried to get double XL, they still fell Bitches go tell your troubles to Montel Sixteen
1 for trouble, 8 for the road 7 to get ready when I'm lettin' off all my load Funk, Buddha Monk, in the trunk I got'cha, thumpin' so hard, up and down
this is Sen Dog All the way from the Soul Assassins Laboratory Somewhere, who the fuck knows where at, knahm sayin'? Big shout out, all the Soul Assassins
Yeah, bust how we gonna bounce off this ninety-five Soul assassins, Cypress Hill joint Yo, we want everybody out there to throw their hands up So get
pounds of sounds, but I drowned them Surround to check the tape, and play when rate too great Related too late, I demonstrate fate I'm fast and, passin the stage of an assassin
[Tech N9ne] And I'm back to the drama, yes that karma Double back and slap me without armour Troubled cats ... And a loveable act extractin at y'all Give
(We) Disintegrate it For fear of growin' old Some times it's fated (We) Assassinate it For fear of growin' old Farewell the ashtray girl Angelic fruitcake Beware this troubled
Come on hit me with my best Verse 1 [Bizarre]: Proof died, what happened? Marshall stopped rappin' I guess that makes me the captain, hit the matress, pistol packin' sick assassin
