Born, born, born, born, born, born, born killer
I'm that m*********** god d*** n****
The brother that's tougher than any other you cover
The one you don't wanna take home to your mother
f*** a loose screw, let me enlighten
I got a whole m*********** toolbox need tighten
Fast like lighting, punch like Tyson
It's a clash of t**ans when I start fighting
So what's a god d*** reporter?
A n**** with a foot in his a** and a tape recorder
Dissing W-I double L-I-E-D
And don't know s*** 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 f*** with the suburds
You can't stand me or can me
Bullets gonna go thru people if you ban me
Cause you f****** 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 m********** 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 f*** up those who oppose
Outta there smelling like a rose
You ain't never seen a m********* kill a m*********
Lika m********* named Willie D m*********
Rambo can't go
And Robocop get dropped like a hoe
By something that they never saw
An M-72A2 m*********** law
We can rumble in the jungle
Or have a World War 3 right here on the concrete
God d***, I done told ya
(Willie D) goin' out lika soldier...
f*** this, f*** that is my motto
Willie D is f****** everybody like a hot hoe
So you better put a condom on your ear
Cause I'm burning up the normal s*** you hear
Smoking, smoking
Y'all m********** 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, f*** the bullshit
And that n**** standing at the d*** pulpit
I left Charlie Brown on the cut
Cause I felt like Snoopy working for peanuts
Now my a** is soe
And I can't be f***** 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 s*** radio play
If that's your preference so be it
But I'ma call it like I m*********** see it
And never be a pop chart trick
Y'all talk loud but you don't say s***
I'd rather boycott that picture
And rap about that which affects ya
You wonder why the cussing won't disappear
God d***, 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 p**** or your d*** 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...
I'm that m*********** god d*** n****
The brother that's tougher than any other you cover
The one you don't wanna take home to your mother
f*** a loose screw, let me enlighten
I got a whole m*********** toolbox need tighten
Fast like lighting, punch like Tyson
It's a clash of t**ans when I start fighting
So what's a god d*** reporter?
A n**** with a foot in his a** and a tape recorder
Dissing W-I double L-I-E-D
And don't know s*** 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 f*** with the suburds
You can't stand me or can me
Bullets gonna go thru people if you ban me
Cause you f****** 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 m********** 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 f*** up those who oppose
Outta there smelling like a rose
You ain't never seen a m********* kill a m*********
Lika m********* named Willie D m*********
Rambo can't go
And Robocop get dropped like a hoe
By something that they never saw
An M-72A2 m*********** law
We can rumble in the jungle
Or have a World War 3 right here on the concrete
God d***, I done told ya
(Willie D) goin' out lika soldier...
f*** this, f*** that is my motto
Willie D is f****** everybody like a hot hoe
So you better put a condom on your ear
Cause I'm burning up the normal s*** you hear
Smoking, smoking
Y'all m********** 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, f*** the bullshit
And that n**** standing at the d*** pulpit
I left Charlie Brown on the cut
Cause I felt like Snoopy working for peanuts
Now my a** is soe
And I can't be f***** 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 s*** radio play
If that's your preference so be it
But I'ma call it like I m*********** see it
And never be a pop chart trick
Y'all talk loud but you don't say s***
I'd rather boycott that picture
And rap about that which affects ya
You wonder why the cussing won't disappear
God d***, 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 p**** or your d*** 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...