I'm Goin' Out Lika Soldier

He was arrested on numerous and varied charges of income

Tax evasion, no visible means of support, hustling, pimping

Running dope, narcotics in his possession, assault and

Battery, assault on a police officer and resisting arrest

He's gonna divorce you, without giving you a cent

Why, that no good son-of-a-bitch!

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 tighten

Fast like lightning, punch like Tyson

And Clash of the Titans when I start fightin'

So what's a goddamn reporter?

A nigga with a foot in his ass and a tape recorder

Dissin' 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 comin'

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 fuckin' with my livelihood

For your health, that ain't no good

Like Breed, I'm 20 below and gettin' colder

Goin' out like a soldier!

Crisp and clean, I'm leavin' the scene

Blowin' motherfuckers to smithereens

And if I fall, you know they didn't pimp me

'Cause the banana clip'll be empty

You say, "Willie, clean up your act

And maybe you could 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

Out of there smellin' 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 somethin' that he never saw

An M7-2A2 motherfuckin' Law

We can rumble in the jungle

Or have World War III right here on the concrete

Goddamn, I done told ya

(Willie D) Goin' out like a soldier!

Niggas say I'm crazy

And I still ain't kissin' no ass for niggas ever

I got somethin' to make them hoes ease up off me, black

I got somethin' to make them hoes ease up off me, black

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 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!

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?

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

Pumped up for an all-out war

Searchin' like a predator

With an M16 lookin' for a magazine editor

I know they don't write the column

But they co-sign 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 cut it like a motherfuckin' Sig

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 an event in your vicinity

So pump up Ice Cube and jam Public Enemy

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

And go out like a soldier!