"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 n****** to their whole life time."
I'm coming
I'm coming
I'm coming
I'm coming.
Verse one:
I want to kill him 'cause he tried to play me like a trick,
But you see, I'm the wrong n**** to f*** wit.
I got the A to the m************ 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 s*** he did was on comfort,
Tried f*** a brother up the Ave like a small w****.
And that s*** ain't fly,
So now I'm setting up the ultimate drive-by.
And when you hear this s***,
It makes the world say d***, I want to 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?"
This is why I want to kill the punk,
'cause he tried to take a m************ 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 n****** who fell for the same scheme.
Took us to a place and made us work,
All day and we couldn't have s*** 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 d***, I want to kill Sam.
Now in '91, they want to tax me,
I remember the son of a b**** used to axe me.
And hang me by a ? till my neck snapped,
Now the sneaky m*********** 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 a** is grass 'cause I'm a blast,
Can't bury rap, like your buried jazz.
'Cause we stop being w****s, stop doing floors,
So b**** 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 want to kill Sam 'cause he ain't my m************ uncle.
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 n****** to their whole life time."
I'm coming
I'm coming
I'm coming
I'm coming.
Verse one:
I want to kill him 'cause he tried to play me like a trick,
But you see, I'm the wrong n**** to f*** wit.
I got the A to the m************ 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 s*** he did was on comfort,
Tried f*** a brother up the Ave like a small w****.
And that s*** ain't fly,
So now I'm setting up the ultimate drive-by.
And when you hear this s***,
It makes the world say d***, I want to 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?"
This is why I want to kill the punk,
'cause he tried to take a m************ 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 n****** who fell for the same scheme.
Took us to a place and made us work,
All day and we couldn't have s*** 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 d***, I want to kill Sam.
Now in '91, they want to tax me,
I remember the son of a b**** used to axe me.
And hang me by a ? till my neck snapped,
Now the sneaky m*********** 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 a** is grass 'cause I'm a blast,
Can't bury rap, like your buried jazz.
'Cause we stop being w****s, stop doing floors,
So b**** 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 want to kill Sam 'cause he ain't my m************ uncle.