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.
Huh-huh, huh-hah!
I'm comin'!
I'm comin'!
I'm comin'!
I'm comin'!
[Verse 1:]
I wanna kill him, ‘cause he tried to play me like the trick
But you see, I'm the wrong nigga to fuck with,
I got the A to the mothafuckin' K, and it's ready to rip
Slapped in my banana clip,
And I'm lookin', 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 fuck 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 motherfucker?
Do the niggas run this motherfucker?
— 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?
[Verse 2:]
Here's why I wanna kill the punk,
‘Cause he tried to take a mothafuckin' 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'!
I'm comin'!
I'm comin'!
[Verse 3:]
Now in ninety-one 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 mothafucka 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, 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 mothafuckin' Uncle!
— We've gone nowhere in 200 years?
— That's correct.