I’m Goin’ Out Lika Soldier

Lyrics

[Intro] He was arrested on numerous and varied charges of income tax evasion No feasible means of support Hustling, pimping, running dope Narcotics in his possession Assault and battery Assault on a police officer and resistance He's gonna divorce you without giving you a cent Well, that no-good son of a bitch What do you have to say about all these charges? [Verse 1] Born, born, born, born, born, born killer I'm that motherfuckin' goddamn 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 motherfuckin' toolbox need tightenin' Fast like lightning, punch like Tyson A clash of the titans when I start fighting So what's a goddamn 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, ho, so I keep coming With more nerves, more verbs, more cuss words To fuck with the suburbs You can't stand me or can me Bullets gon' go through people if you ban me 'Cause you're fucking with my livelihood For your health, that ain't no good Like Breed, I'm twenty below and getting colder Goin' out like a soldier [Verse 2] Crisp and clean, I'm leaving the scene Blowing motherfuckers 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 in the street, I'ma stay loyal And fuck up those who oppose Outta there smelling like a rose You ain't never seen a motherfucker kill a motherfucker Like a motherfucker named Willie D, motherfucker Rambo can't go And Robocop'll get dropped like a ho By something that he never saw An M-72A to motherfuckin' law We can rumble in the jungle Or have a World War III right here on the concrete Goddamn, I done told ya (Willie D), goin' out like a soldier [Interlude] Niggas say I'm crazy And I'm still ain't kissin' no ass to be accepted I got somethin' to make them hoes say, "Fuck you, black" I got somethin' to make them hoes say, "Fuck you, black" [Verse 3] Fuck this, fuck that is my motto Willie D is fuckin' everybody like a hot ho So you better put a condom on your ear 'Cause I'm burnin' up the normal shit you hear Smokin', smokin' Y'all motherfuckers know I ain't jokin' I've been payin' my dues for a decade What time is it? It's time to get paid Yeah, fuck the bullshit And that nigga standin' at the damn pulpit I left Charlie Brown on the cut 'Cause I felt like Snoopy, workin' for peanuts Now my ass is sore Yo, and I can't be fucked no more So if you wanna test me, that'll hold ya I'm goin' out like a soldier [Interlude] Willie D, we understand you're not getting along with Bill You and Scarface recently had a shootout You left the Geto Boys and started your own record label because of greed And have sold out your fans Get this, to record a country-western duo with Garth Brooks? [Verse 4] I'm goin' out like an S-O-L-D-I-E-R Pumped up for an all-out war Searchin' like a predator With an M-16 lookin' for a magazine editor I know they don't write the columns But they cosign every volume So I'm cuttin' 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 givin' that wicky-wack shit radio play If that's your preference, so be it But I'ma call it like I motherfuckin' see it And never be a pop chart trick Y'all talk loud, but you don't say shit I'd rather boycott that picture And rap about that which affects ya You wonder why the cussin' won't disappear Goddamn, we ain't happy down here Willie D got problems So when mom walk in, turn down the volume And act like you're doin' your homework Or get your pussy or your dick knocked in the dirt There's a vet in your vicinity So pump up Ice Cube and jam Public Enemy And let the OG Ice-T kick a rhyme that'll mold ya And go out like a soldier