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.
[Cube] Huh-huh, huh-HAH..
I`m comin! (repeat 3X)
[Cube] I`m comin!
[Verse One]
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.. (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 moth-er-fuck-er? (repeat 2X)
{*door knocking*}
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?
[Verse Two]
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! (repeat 3X)
[Verse Three]
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.
