I Wanna Kill Sam Lyrics

I Wanna Kill Sam

"The army is the only way out for young black teenagers.
We'll provide you
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,
(???slot them 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,
punk,
seventeen rounds make his brains hang out.
'Cause the shit he did was on
comfort,
tried fuck a brother up the Ave 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
death,
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.
(???)
up the families forever,
until this day black folks can't stick
together,
And it's I, 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, they wanna tax me,
I remember the son of a bitch used
to axe me.
And hang me by a (???) 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 cheek.
'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
Chuck,
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.