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I Wanna Kill Sam
The army is the only
way out for young, black
teenagers.
We'll provide you with
housing, we'll provide you
with education,
we'll provide you with
everything you need to
provide a life.
We'll help you to be
the best soldier in the U.S.
of A.
'cause we do more
before 7 A.M.
than most niggers to
their whole life time.
I'm coming, I'm
coming, I'm coming, I'm coming.
Verse one:
I wanna kill him,
'cause he tried to play me like a
trick,
but you see, I'm the
wrong nigga to fuck wit.
I got the A to the
motherfucking K, and it's ready
to rip,
Slapped in my banana
clip.
And I'm looking,
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 un-called for,
tried fuck a brother
up the ass like a small whore.
And that shit ain't
fly,
so now I'm setting up
the ultimate drive-by.
And when you hear this
shit,
it makes the world say
damn, I wanna kill Sam.
momma, some man at the
front door
uhm hi, I've got
reasons to believe that someone
in this household
has just turned
eighteen, am I correct?
Verse two:
This is why I wanna
kill the punk,
'cause he tried to
take a motherfucking chunk of
the funk.
He came to my house, I
let 'em bail in,
'cause he said he was
down with the L.M.
He gave up a little
dat,
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,
pull of niggers 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 makes me say damn,
I wanna kill Sam.
Verse three:
Now in '91, he wanna
tax me,
I remember the son of
a bitch used to axe me.
And hang me by a rope
till my neck snapped,
now the sneaky
motherfucker wants to ban rap.
And put me on the dirt
or concrete,
but God can see
through a white sheet
'Cause you're the
devil in drag,
you can burn your
cross while I burn your flag.
Try to give me the
HIV,
so I can stop making
babies like me.
And you're giving dope
to my people chump,
just wait till we get
over that, huh.
'Cause your ass is
grass 'cause I'm a blast,
can't bury rap, like
your buried jazz.
'Cause we stop being
whores, stop doing floors,
so bitch you can fight
your own wars.
So if you see a man in
red, white and blue,
getting chased by The
Lench Mob crew.
It's a man who
deserves to buckle,
I wanna kill Sam
'cause he ain't my motherfucking
uncle.
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