"The army is the only way out for a young black teenager. We'll provide you with housing. We'll provide you with education. We'll provide you with everything you need to survive in life. We'll help you to be the best soldier in the U.S. of A. Because we do more before 7 A.M than most [bad word] do in their whole lifetime."

[Cube] Huh-huh, huh-HAH..
 [bad word] #33;" (repeat 3X)
[Cube] [bad word] #33;

[Verse One]
I wanna kill him, cause he tried to play me like the trick
But you see, I'm the wrong [bad word] to [bad word] with
I got the to the [bad word] K, and it's ready to rip
Slapped in my banana clip
And I'm lookin.. (lookin..)
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 [bad word] he did was uncalled for
Tried to [bad word] a brother up the [bad word] like a small [bad word] 
And that [bad word] ain't fly
So now I'm settin up, the ultimate drive-by
And when you hear this [bad word] 
It make the world say [bad word] #33; .. I wanna kill Sam."

"Do the [bad word] this moth-er [bad word] er?" (repeat 2X)

{*door knocking*}
"Momma!! Some man at the front do'!"
"Sit yo' [bad word] down."
"Uhh hi.. I have reason to believe that someone in this household has just turned eighteen, am I correct?"

[Verse Two]
Here's why I wanna kill the punk
Cause he tried to take a [bad word] 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 dap
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 [bad word] 
And it was packed like sardines
Full of niggas, who fell for the same scheme
Took us to a place and made us work
All day and we couldn't have [bad word] 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 make me say [bad word] #33; .. I wanna kill Sam."

 [bad word] #33;" (repeat 3X)

[Verse Three]
Now in ninety-one, he wanna tax me
I remember, the son of a [bad word] used to axe me
And hang me by a rope til my neck snapped
Now the sneaky [bad word] wanna ban rap
And put me under dirt or concrete
But God, can see through a white sheet
Cause you the devil in drag
You can burn your cross well I'll burn your flag
Try to give me the H-I-V
So I can stop makin babies like me
And you're givin dope to my people chump
Just wait til we get over that hump
Cause yo' [bad word] is grass cause I'mma blast
Can't bury rap, like you buried jazz
Cause we stopped bein whores, stop doin floors
So [bad word] you can fight your own wars
So if you see a man in red white and blue
Gettin chased by the Lench Mob crew
It's a man who deserves to buckle
I wanna kill Sam cause he ain't my [bad word] Uncle!

"We've gone nowhere in 200 years?" "That's correct."
"We-we-we've gone nowhere in 200 years?" "That's correct."
"We-we-we've gone nowhere in 200 years?" "That's correct."