作词 : Willie D Born, born, born, born, born, born, born killer I'm that motha****ing god damn ***** The brother that's tougher than any other you cover The one you don't wanna take home to your mother **** a loose screw, let me enlighten I got a whole motha****ing 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 ***** with a foot in his ass and a tape recorder Dissing W-I double L-I-E-D And don't know **** 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 **** with the suburds You can't stand me or can me Bullets gonna go thru people if you ban me Cause you ****ing 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 motha****as 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 **** up those who oppose Outta there smelling like a rose You ain't never seen a motha****a kill a motha****a Lika motha****a named Willie D motha****a Rambo can't go And Robocop get dropped like a hoe By something that they never saw An M-72A2 motha****ing 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... **** this, **** that is my motto Willie D is ****ing everybody like a hot hoe So you better put a condom on your ear Cause I'm burning up the normal **** you hear Smoking, smoking Y'all motha****as 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, **** the bull**** And that ***** standing at the damn pulpit I left Charlie Brown on the cut Cause I felt like Snoopy working for pea**** Now my ass is soe And I can't be ****ed 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 **** radio play If that's your preference so be it But I'ma call it like I motha****ing see it And never be a pop chart trick Y'all talk loud but you don't say **** 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 ***** or your **** 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...
作词 : Willie D Born, born, born, born, born, born, born killer I'm that motha****ing god damn ***** The brother that's tougher than any other you cover The one you don't wanna take home to your mother **** a loose screw, let me enlighten I got a whole motha****ing 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 ***** with a foot in his ass and a tape recorder Dissing W-I double L-I-E-D And don't know **** 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 **** with the suburds You can't stand me or can me Bullets gonna go thru people if you ban me Cause you ****ing 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 motha****as 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 **** up those who oppose Outta there smelling like a rose You ain't never seen a motha****a kill a motha****a Lika motha****a named Willie D motha****a Rambo can't go And Robocop get dropped like a hoe By something that they never saw An M-72A2 motha****ing 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... **** this, **** that is my motto Willie D is ****ing everybody like a hot hoe So you better put a condom on your ear Cause I'm burning up the normal **** you hear Smoking, smoking Y'all motha****as 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, **** the bull**** And that ***** standing at the damn pulpit I left Charlie Brown on the cut Cause I felt like Snoopy working for pea**** Now my ass is soe And I can't be ****ed 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 **** radio play If that's your preference so be it But I'ma call it like I motha****ing see it And never be a pop chart trick Y'all talk loud but you don't say **** 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 ***** or your **** 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...
