Artist: Willie D Album: I'm Goin' Out Lika Soldier Song: Die Typed by: dy_face@yahoo.com [Intro: Excerpt sampled from 'My Alibi'] Die motherfuckers, die motherfuckers, die! Die motherfuckers, die motherfuckers, die! Die motherfuckers, die motherfuckers, die! Die motherfuckers, die motherfuckers, die! ----> Willie D [Verse One: Willie D] Cause I'm sick of the weak-ass shit you've been saying I'm sick of the weak-ass shit you've been playing Make me wanna shoot my radio out But I won't do such, because it costs too much But I will do, is give you something brand new For the DJ's, emcees and fans too Some say I'm not mobbing But look around, count how many heads are bobbing [Chorus] Die motherfuckers, die motherfuckers, die! ----> Willie D All I have in this world ----------> Al Pacino as Tony Montana Die motherfuckers, die motherfuckers, die! ----> Willie D All I have in this world ----------> Al Pacino as Tony Montana Die motherfuckers, die motherfuckers, die! ----> Willie D All I have in this world ----------> Al Pacino as Tony Montana Die motherfuckers, die motherfuckers, die! ----> Willie D All I have in this world ----------> Al Pacino as Tony Montana [Verse Two: Willie D] I've heard your new song on the radio Hated that shit, cause it sounded like a demo Now if you're so pro back, punk bitch Stop getting them white boys to mix your shit You get a nigga like Crazy C And your shit won't sound so sloppy I know, you hate what I said But if you run up, I'll put a gun upside your fucking head Cause homeboy, I don't love you You get your mama, or somebody else to feel sorry for you Put your rhymes in a casket, bigger bed Bury your heads, cause that shit is dead I needed something that was holding So I've called New Orleans, and caught up with Rollin He said he had a boy who can play the piano His name was Gold Finger, so this ain't a sample Big Loc made the bass-line groove He got paid, to sign with Stick-N-Move So you better find some new ideas And stay the fuck away from here [Chorus] [Verse Three: Willie D] Now, tell your so-cold super dope producers You need to stop fucking with losers And get yourself some juice Call yourself a producer but ain't never produced (All I have in this world) Saw you stepping like a penguin, this ain't Ringling So you and your crew, can suck a mean one Old School beats get ruined Cause motherfuckers like you be putting weak-ass rhymes to them I can't help, cause your bass don't boom Your drums don't kick, and your horns are out of tune Make a nigga just loose respect Pushed out eject and snatched your shit out the tape deck Cause your lyrics are way out You should've stayed out, four tracks done played out Your production is booty bro, save enough money So you can work out of the studio, then practice on your vocals And stop acting like you're universal, when you're local So take your whack-ass style, your whack-ass songs Your whack-ass girl and take your whack-ass home [Chorus] [Interlude: Willie D] Yeah, this goes out to all you wanna be, ain't never gonna be shit Rappers on a local scene acting like you're all that Jealous-ass, ain't paid no motherfucking dues Ain't sold no motherfucking records (All I have in this world) But run around with T-Shirts with your name on Yeah, you whores don't try to be friend with a nigga Cause that big shit will get your wig splits [Excerpt sampled from the 1983 'Scarface' movie] All I have in this world ----------> Al Pacino as Tony Montana All I have in this world ----------> Al Pacino as Tony Montana [Chorus] [Excerpt sampled from 'My Alibi'] Die motherfuckers, die motherfuckers, die! Die motherfuckers, die motherfuckers, die! Die motherfuckers, die motherfuckers, die! ----> Willie D [Outro: Overvoice] Haaaayyyy, turn that shit down!