I Wanna Kill Sam lyrics

Song information

Artist: Ice Cube
Album: Death Certificate

Lyrics

I wanna kill sam

"The army is the only way out for young, black
Teenagers
We'll provide you with 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

Verse one:
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
Slapped in 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
Pump seventeen rounds make his brains hang out
'Cause the shit he did was un-called for
Tried fuck a brother up the ass 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?"

Verse two:
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 dat
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
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 makes me say damn, I wanna kill sam

Verse three:
Now in '91, he wanna tax me
I remember the son of a bitch used to axe me
And hang me by a rope 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 sheet
'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 chump
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