paroles de chanson I'm Goin' Out Lika Soldier - 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...
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