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 lik