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
Artist: Willie D
Title: I'm Goin' Out Lika Soldier