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 ni**ers do in their whole lifetime

i`m comin`
i`m comin`
i`m comin`
i`m comin`

i wanna kill him, `cause he tried to play me like the trick
but you see, i`m the wrong ni**a to f**k with
i got the a to the motherf**kin` k, and it`s ready to rip
slapped in my banana clip and i`m 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 s**t he did was uncalled for
tried to f**k a brother up the ass like a small whore
and that s**t ain`t fly

so now i`m settin` up, the ultimate drive-by
and when you hear this s**t
it make the world say
"damn, i wanna kill sam"

do the ni**az run this motherf**ker?
do the ni**az run this motherf**ker?

momma, some man at the front do`
sit yo` ass down
uhh hi, i have reason to believe that someone in this household
has just turned eighteen, am i correct?

here`s why i wanna kill the punk
`cause he tried to take a motherf**kin` 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 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 ni**az, 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 make me say
"damn, i wanna kill sam"

i`m comin`
i`m comin`
i`m comin`

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 `til my neck snapped
now the sneaky motherf**ker 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 h-i-v
so i can stop makin babies like me
and you`re givin` dope to my people chump
just wait `til 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
gettin` janked by the lench mob crew
it`s a man who deserves to buckle
i wanna kill sam `cause he ain`t my motherf**kin` uncle

we`ve gone nowhere in 200 years?, that`s correct
we-we-we`ve gone nowhere in 200 years?, that`s correct
we-we-we`ve gone nowhere in 200 years?, that`s correct