I'm Goin' Out Lika Soldier

Born, born, born, born, born, born, born killer

I'm that motha****ing god damn *****

The brother that's tougher than any other you cover

The one you don't wanna take home to your mother

**** a loose screw, let me enlighten

I got a whole motha****ing 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 ***** with a foot in his ass and a tape recorder

Dissing W-I double L-I-E-D

And don't know **** 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 **** with the suburds

You can't stand me or can me

Bullets gonna go thru people if you ban me

Cause you ****ing 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 motha****as 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 **** up those who oppose

Outta there smelling like a rose

You ain't never seen a motha****a kill a motha****a

Lika motha****a named Willie D motha****a

Rambo can't go

And Robocop get dropped like a hoe

By something that they never saw

An M-72A2 motha****ing 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 lika soldier...

**** this, **** that is my motto

Willie D is ****ing everybody like a hot hoe

So you better put a condom on your ear

Cause I'm burning up the normal **** you hear

Smoking, smoking

Y'all motha****as know I ain't joking

I've been paying my dues for a decade

(What time it is?) It's time to get paid

Yeah, **** the bull****

And that ***** standing at the damn pulpit

I left Charlie Brown on the cut

Cause I felt like Snoopy working for pea****

Now my ass is soe

And I can't be ****ed no mo'

So if you wanna test me, that'll hold ya

I'm goin' out lika soldier...

I'm goin' out lika S-O-L-D-I-E-R

Pumped up for an all out war

Searching like a predator

With an M-16 looking for a magazine editor

I know they don't write the columns

But they co-sign every volume

So I'm cutting off the head of state

So the rest of the body can't operate

And while I'm into the slaughter

I may as well bust a cap on a TV reporter

And a DJ by the way

For giving that wicky wack **** radio play

If that's your preference so be it

But I'ma call it like I motha****ing see it

And never be a pop chart trick

Y'all talk loud but you don't say ****

I'd rather boycott that picture

And rap about that which affects ya

You wonder why the cussing won't disappear

God damn, we ain't happy down here

Willie D got problems

So when mom walk in, turn down the volume

And act like you're doing your homework

Or get your ***** or your **** knocked in the dirt

There's a vet in your vicinity

So pump up Ice Cube and jam Public Enemy

And let the O.G. Ice-T kick a rhyme that'll mold ya

And go out like a soldier...