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The Army Is The Only Way Out For Young Black Teenagers. **lf**we''ll Provide You Housing We''ll Provide You With Education **lf**we''ll Provide You With Everything You Need To Provide A Life. **lf**we''ll Help You To Be The Best Soldier In The U.s. Of A.'' **lf****lf**''cause We Do More Before 7 A.m. **lf**than Most Niggers To Their Whole Life Time.'' **lf****lf**i''m Coming I''m Coming I''m Coming I''m Coming. **lf****lf**verse One **lf**i Wanna Kill Him ''cause He Tried To Play Me Like A Trick, **lf**but You See, I''m The Wrong Nigga To Fuck Wit. **lf**i Got The A To The Motherfucking K, And It''s Ready To Rip, **lf**(Slot Them My Banana Clip). **lf**and I''m Looking, **lf**is He In Watts, Oakland, Philly Or Brooklyn **lf**it Seems Like He Got The Whole Country Behind Him, **lf**so It''s Sort Of Hard To Find Him. **lf**but When I Do, Gotta Put My Gat In His Mouth, **lf**punk, Seventeen Rounds Make His Brains Hang Out. **lf**''cause The Shit He Did Was On Comfort, **lf**tried Fuck A Brother Up The Ave Like A Small Whore. **lf**and That Shit Ain''t Fly, **lf**so Now I''m Setting Up The Ultimate Drive-By. **lf**and When You Hear This Shit, **lf**it Makes The World Say Damn, I Wanna Kill Sam. **lf****lf**''momma, Some Man At The Front Door'' **lf**''uhm Hi, I''ve Got Reasons To Believe That Someone In This Household **lf**has Just Turned Eighteen, Am I Correct'' **lf****lf**verse Two **lf**this Is Why I Wanna Kill The Punk, **lf**''cause He Tried To Take A Motherfucking Chunk Of The Funk. **lf**he Came To My House, I Let ''em Bail In, **lf**''cause He Said He Was Down With The L.m. **lf**he Gave Up A Little Death, **lf**then Turned Around, And Pulled Out A Gat. **lf**i Knew It Was A Caper, **lf**i Said ''please Don''t Kill My Mother'', So He Raped Her. **lf**tied Me Up, Took Me Outside, **lf**and I Was Thrown In A Big Truck. **lf**and It Was Packed Like Sardines, **lf**pull Of Niggers Who Fell For The Same Scheme. **lf**took Us To A Place And Made Us Work, **lf**all Day And We Couldn''t Have Shit To Say. **lf**() Up The Families Forever, **lf**until This Day Black Folks Can''t Stick Together, **lf**and It''s I, Broke Us Down, Made Us Pray To His God. **lf**and When I Think About It, **lf**it Makes Me Say Damn, I Wanna Kill Sam. **lf****lf**verse Three **lf**now In ''91, They Wanna Tax Me, **lf**i Remember The Son Of A Bitch Used To Axe Me. **lf**and Hang Me By A () Till My Neck Snapped, **lf**now The Sneaky Motherfucker Wants To Ban Rap. **lf**and Put Me On The Dirt Or Concrete, **lf**but God Can See Through A White Cheek. **lf**''cause You''re The Devil In Drag, **lf**you Can Burn Your Cross While I Burn Your Flag. **lf**try To Give Me The Hiv, **lf**so I Can Stop Making Babies Like Me. **lf**and You''re Giving Dope To My People Chuck, **lf**just Wait Till We Get Over That, Huh. **lf**''cause Your Ass Is Grass ''cause I''m A Blast, **lf**can''t Bury Rap, Like Your Buried Jazz. **lf**''cause We Stop Being Whores, Stop Doing Floors, **lf**so Bitch You Can Fight Your Own Wars. **lf**so If You See A Man In Red, White And Blue, **lf**getting Chased By The Lench Mob Crew. **lf**it''s A Man Who Deserves To Buckle, **lf**i Wanna Kill Sam ''cause He Ain''t My Motherfucking Uncle