I Wanna Kill Sam текст песни
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.
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?"
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.
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.