I Wanna Kill Sam

'Cause yo' ass is grass cause I'ma blast
I said, "Please don't kill my mother," so he raped her
So I can stop makin babies like me
He came to my house, I let 'em bail in
Now in ninety-one, he wanna tax me
"Damn, I wanna kill Sam"

I remember, the son of a bitch used to axe me
Sit yo' ass down

I knew it was a caper
All day and we couldn't have shit to say
Tried to fuck a brother up the ass like a small whore
Pump seventeen rounds make his brains hang out
'Cause we stopped bein' whores, stop doin' floors
It seems like he got the whole country behind him

Just wait 'til we get over that hump
So now I'm settin' up, the ultimate drive-by

And when I think about it, it make me say
Has just turned eighteen, am I correct?
Than most niggers do in their whole lifetime
And you're givin' dope to my people chump
And it's odd
Uhh hi, I have reason to believe that someone in this household

Try to give me the H-I-V
Broke us down, made us pray, to his God
Broke up the families forever
It's a man who deserves to buckle
I'm comin'
And I was thrown in a big truck

It make the world say
So it's sort of hard to find him
Full of niggaz, who fell for the same scheme

I'm comin'
'Cause he said he was down with the L.M
We'll help you to be the best soldier in the U.S. of A.
So if you see a man in red white and blue

'Cause he tried to take a motherfuckin' chunk of the funk
He gave up a little dap
Slapped in my banana clip and I'm lookin'

I wanna kill Sam 'cause he ain't my motherfuckin' Uncle
But when I do, gotta put my gat in his mouth

"Damn, I wanna kill Sam"

I'm comin'
Gettin' janked by the Lench Mob crew
Then turned around, and pulled out a gat
Here's why I wanna kill the punk
Can't bury rap, like you buried jazz
We'll provide you with everything you need to survive in life
Took us to a place and made us work
But you see, I'm the wrong nigga to fuck with

I'm comin'
'Cause the shit he did was uncalled for
Tied me up, took me outside
I got the A to the motherfuckin' K, and it's ready to rip
And it was packed like sardines
You can burn your cross, well I'll burn your flag
And hang me by a rope 'til my neck snapped
Momma, some man at the front do'
And put me under dirt or concrete
Is he in Watts, Oakland, Philly or Brooklyn?
We-we-we've gone nowhere in 200 years?, That's correct
Now the sneaky motherfucker wanna ban rap

We've gone nowhere in 200 years?, That's correct
But God, can see through a white sheet
I wanna kill him, 'cause he tried to play me like the trick
So bitch you can fight your own wars
I'm comin'

And that shit ain't fly
Do the niggaz run this motherfucker?
'Cause you the devil in drag
I'm comin'
And when you hear this shit
Because we do more before 7 A.M.

And to this day black folks can't stick together
I'm comin'
Do the niggaz run this motherfucker?