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 niggers 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 nigga to fuck with   I got the A to the motherfuckin' 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 shit he did was uncalled for   Tried to fuck a brother up the ass like a small whore   And that shit ain't fly      So now I'm settin' up, the ultimate drive-by   And when you hear this shit   It make the world say   "Damn, I wanna kill Sam"      Do the niggaz run this motherfucker?   Do the niggaz run this motherfucker?      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 motherfuckin' 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 niggaz, 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   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 motherfucker 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 motherfuckin' 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