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Ice Cube - I Wanna Kill Sam Şarkı Sözleri
"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. |
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