I'm Goin' Out Lika Soldier - Willie D

Born, born, born, born, born, born, born killer 
I'm that mothafucking god damn nigga 
The brother that's tougher than any other you cover 
The one you don't wanna take home to your mother 
Fuck a loose screw, let me enlighten 
I got a whole mothafucking toolbox need tighten 
Fast like lighting, punch like Tyson 
It's a clash of titans when I start fighting 
So what's a god damn reporter? 
A nigga with a foot in his ass and a tape recorder 
Dissing W-I double L-I-E-D 
And don't know shit about me 
But you don't see me running 
I'm from the ghetto, hoe, so I keep coming... 
With more nerves, more verbs, more cuss words 
To fuck with the suburds 
You can't stand me or can me 
Bullets gonna go thru people if you ban me 
Cause you fucking with my livelihood 
For your health that ain't no good 
Like Breed I'm 20 below and getting colder 
Going out lika soldier... 

Crisp and clean I'm leaving the scene 
Blowing mothafuckas to smithereens 
And if I fall you know they didn't pimp me 
Cause the banana clip will be empty 
You say: Willie, clean up your act 
And maybe you can sell more records than that 
Survival comes before principles and morals 
So to the man on the street I'ma stay loyal 
And fuck up those who oppose 
Outta there smelling like a rose 
You ain't never seen a mothafucka kill a mothafucka 
Lika mothafucka named Willie D mothafucka 
Rambo can't go 
And Robocop get dropped like a hoe 
By something that they never saw 
An M-72A2 mothafucking law 
We can rumble in the jungle 
Or have a World War 3 right here on the concrete 
God damn, I done told ya 
(Willie D) goin' out lik