Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I'm Goin' Out Lika Soldier , by - Willie D. Release date: 05.03.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
I'm Goin' Out Lika Soldier |
| 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, ho, 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 ho |
| 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 ho |
| 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… |