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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 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 nigg* to fk wit.
I got the A to the motherfking 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 s**t he did was un-called for,
tried fk a brother up the as* like a small wh*re.
And that s**t ain't fly,
so now I'm setting up the ultimate drive-by.
And when you hear this s**t,
it makes the world say d*mn, 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 motherfking 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 r*ped
her.
Tied me up, took me outside,
and I was thrown in a big truck.
And it was packed like sardines,
pull of who fell for the same scheme.
Took us to a place and made us work,
all day and we couldn't have s**t 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 d*mn, I wanna kill Sam.
Verse three:
Now in '91, 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 motherfker 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 as* is grass 'cause I'm a blast,
can't bury rap, like your buried jazz.
'Cause we stop being wh*res, stop doing floors,
so b*tch 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 motherfking
uncle.
