I Wanna Kill Sam

The army is the only way out for a young black teenager

We'll provide you with housing

We'll provide you with education.

We'll provide you with everything you need to survive in life.

We'll help you to be the best soldier in the U.S. of A

Because we do more before 7 A.M than most niggers do in their whole lifetime

I'm comin!, I'm comin!

I'm comin!, I'm comin!

I wanna kill him, cause he tried to play me like the trick

But you see, I'm the wrong nigga to f**k with

I got the A to the motherf**kin K, and it's ready to rip

Slapped in my banana clip

And I'm lookin'

Is he in Watts, Oakland, Philly or Brooklyn?

It seems like he got the whole country behind him

So it's sort of hard to find him

But when I do, gotta put my gat in his mouth

Pump seventeen rounds make his brains hang out

Cause the shit he did was uncalled for

Tried to f**k a brother up the ass like a small whore

And that shit ain't fly

So now I'm settin up, the ultimate drive-by

And when you hear this shit

It make the world say "DAMN!", "I wanna kill Sam."

"Do the niggas run this moth-er-f**k-er?"

"Do the niggas run this moth-er-f**k-er?"

"Momma! Some man at the front do'!"

"Sit yo' ass down."

"Uh hi, I have reason to believe that

someone in this household has just turned eighteen, am I correct?"

Here's why I wanna kill the punk

Cause he tried to take a motherf**kin' chunk of the funk

He came to my house, I let 'em bail in

Cause he said he was down with the LM

He gave up a little dap

Then turned around, and pulled out a gat

I knew it was a caper

I said, "Please don't kill my mother", so he raped her

Tied me up, took me outside

And I was thrown in a big truck

And it was packed like sardines

Full of niggas, who fell for the same scheme

Took us to a place and made us work

All day and we couldn't have shit to say

Broke up the families forever

And to this day black folks can't stick together

And it's odd

Broke us down, made us pray - to his God

And when I think about it

It make me say "DAMN! ...I wanna kill Sam."

"I'm comin'!"

Now in ninety one, he wanna tax me

I remember, the son of a b*tch used to axe me

And hang me by a rope till my neck snapped

Now the sneaky motherf**ker wanna ban rap

And put me under dirt or concrete

But God, can see through a white sheet

Cause you the devil in drag

You can burn your cross well I'll burn your flag

Try to give me the HIV

So I can stop makin babies like me

And you're givin' dope to my people chump

Just wait till we get over that hump

Cause yo' ass is grass cause I'ma blast

Can't bury rap, like you buried jazz

Cause we stopped bein' whores, stop doin' floors

So b*tch you can fight your own wars

So if you see a man in red white and blue

Gettin' chased by the Lench Mob crew

It's a man who deserves to buckle

I wanna kill Sam cause he ain't my motherf**kin Uncle!

"We've gone nowhere in 200 years?" "That's correct."

"We-we-we've gone nowhere in 200 years?" "That's correct."

"We-we-we've gone nowhere in 200 years?" "That's correct."