Текст песни Willie D -  I`m Goin Out Lika Soldier   
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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...  
 
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...