I'm Goin' Out Lika Soldier Lyrics
| Song | I'm Goin' Out Lika Soldier |
| Artist | Willie D |
| Album | I'm Goin' Out Lika Soldier |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Willie D | |
| 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... |
| zuo ci : Willie D | |
| 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 WI double LIED | |
| 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 M72A2 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 SOLDIER | |
| Pumped up for an all out war | |
| Searching like a predator | |
| With an M16 looking for a magazine editor | |
| I know they don' t write the columns | |
| But they cosign 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. IceT kick a rhyme that' ll mold ya | |
| And go out like a soldier... |
| zuò cí : Willie D | |
| 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 WI double LIED | |
| 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 M72A2 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 SOLDIER | |
| Pumped up for an all out war | |
| Searching like a predator | |
| With an M16 looking for a magazine editor | |
| I know they don' t write the columns | |
| But they cosign 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. IceT kick a rhyme that' ll mold ya | |
| And go out like a soldier... |
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