"The army is the only way out for a young black teenager.
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We'll provide you with housing.
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We'll provide you with education.
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We'll provide you with everything you need to survive in life.
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We'll help you to be the best soldier in the U.S. of A."
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"Because we do more before 7 A.M.
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than most niggers do in their whole lifetime."
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[Cube] Huh-huh, huh-HAH..
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"I'm comin!" [repeat 3X]
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[Cube] I'm comin!
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[Verse One]
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I wanna kill him, cause he tried to play me like the trick
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but you see, I'm the wrong nigga to fuck with
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I got the A to the motherfuckin K, and it's ready to rip
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Slapped in my banana clip
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And I'm lookin.. (lookin..)
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Is he in Watts, Oakland, Philly or Brooklyn?
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It seems like he got the whole country behind him
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so it's sort of hard to find him
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But when I do, gotta put my gat in his mouth
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Pump seventeen rounds make his brains hang out
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Cause the shit he did was uncalled for
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tried to fuck a brother up the ass like a small whore
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And that shit ain't fly
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So now I'm settin up, the ultimate drive-by
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And when you hear this shit,
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it make the world say "DAMN!.. I wanna kill Sam."
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"Do the niggaz run this moth-er-fuck-er?" [repeat 2X]
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[door knocking]
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"Momma!! Some man at the front do'!"
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"Sit yo' ass down."
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"Uhh hi.. I have reason to believe that someone in this household
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has just turned eighteen, am I correct?"
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[Verse Two]
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Here's why I wanna kill the punk
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cause he tried to take a motherfuckin chunk of the funk
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He came to my house, I let 'em bail in
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cause he said he was down with the L.M.
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He gave up a little dap
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then turned around, and pulled out a gat
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I knew it was a caper
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I said, "Please don't kill my mother," so he raped her
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Tied me up, took me outside
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and I was thrown in a big truck
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And it was packed like sardines
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Full of niggaz, who fell for the same scheme
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Took us to a place and made us work
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all day and we couldn't have shit to say
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Broke up the families forever
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and to this day black folks can't stick together
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And it's odd..
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Broke us down, made us pray - to his God
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And when I think about it,
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it make me say "DAMN!.. I wanna kill Sam."
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"I'm comin!" [repeat 3X]
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[Verse Three]
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Now in ninety-one, he wanna tax me
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I remember, the son of a bitch used to axe me
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and hang me by a rope til my neck snapped
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Now the sneaky motherfucker wanna ban rap
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and put me under dirt or concrete
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But God, can see through a white sheet
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Cause you the devil in drag
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You can burn your cross well I'll burn your flag
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Try to give me the H-I-V
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so I can stop makin babies like me
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And you're givin dope to my people chump
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Just wait til we get over that hump
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Cause yo' ass is grass cause I'ma blast
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Can't bury rap, like you buried jazz
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Cause we stopped bein whores, stop doin floors
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So bitch you can fight your own wars
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So if you see a man in red white and blue
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gettin janked by the Lench Mob crew
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It's a man who deserves to buckle
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I wanna kill Sam cause he ain't my motherfuckin Uncle!
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"We've gone nowhere in 200 years?"
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"That's correct."
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"We-we-we've gone nowhere in 200 years?"
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"That's correct."
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"We-we-we've gone nowhere in 200 years?"
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"That's correct."
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I Wanna Kill Sam
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Ice Cube |