I’m Goin’ Out Lika Soldier Willie D

[Intro]
He was arrested on numerous and varied charges of income tax evasion
No feasible means of support
Hustling, pimping, running dope
Narcotics in his possession
Assault and battery
Assault on a police officer and resistance
He's gonna divorce you without giving you a cent
Well, that no-good son of a bitch
What do you have to say about all these charges?

[Verse 1]
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 tightenin'
Fast like lightning, punch like Tyson
A clash of the titans when I start fighting
So what's a goddamn 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, ho, so I keep coming
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 fucking with my livelihood
For your health, that ain't no good
Like Breed, I'm twenty below and getting colder
Goin' out like a soldier