Willie Dee - Im Goin Out Lika Soldier Lyrics

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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 lika soldier...

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Fuck this, fuck that is my motto

Willie D is fucking everybody like a hot hoe

So you better put a condom on your ear

Cause I'm burning up the normal shit you hear

Smoking, smoking

Y'all mothafuckas 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, fuck the bullshit

And that nigga standing at the damn pulpit

I left Charlie Brown on the cut

Cause I felt like Snoopy working for peanuts

Now my ass is soe

And I can't be fucked 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 shit radio play

If that's your preference so be it

But I'ma call it like I mothafucking 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 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 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 O.G. Ice-T kick a rhyme that'll mold ya

And go out like a soldier

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