Artist: Willie D Album: I'm Goin' Out Lika Soldier Song: Trenchcoats-N-Ganksta Hats Typed by: firstname.lastname@example.org [Intro: Excerpts from unknown movies] That, that, that, that damned nut killed his own parents No pussy-ass rookie cop can get him and that's for damn sure They would've locked him up in a Crazy House and throw away the key That guy is crazy, maybe they just need to counsel him.. [Verse One: Willie D] I can't keep surrounded by violence Pimps and hustlers was my only guidance In a place, where mamas for the other boys play Mobbers But I play Cops and Robbers That was just a game But it was alone, before I came with the real thing Hold ups, shoot outs and cocaine And anything else as you can name, it's all the same When you're trying to get the nine twos brother Act like you're me, and go rob a motherfucker Do the shit by yourself if you can If you can't take a motherfucking friend But don't tell a sole, cause one might snitch You can't even tell your goddamn bitch Ain't too many niggaz got it like that But Trench Coats and Gangster Hats are back [Hook: Excerpts from unknown movies] That guy is crazy They would've locked him up in a Crazy House.. No pussy-ass rookie cop can get him and that's for damn sure That guy is crazy That damn nut killed his own parents Maybe they just need to counsel him.. [Verse Two: Willie D] I've told her get on your broke bro and peep it Everybody knows, it ain't no secret I don't give a fuck about that brother shit I don't discriminate, I just aim and shoot a bitch If you ain't in it, get your ass out it Cause the fools I run with are rowdy And they'll hurt anything from your own lady To your bitch and your shitty-ass baby Maybe you can cop a plea, say you're cool with me Cause Trench Coats and Gangster Hats are Willie D But if the matter, is too deep to resolve Get ready for them get-well calves Or a malt drip on your motherfucking back Cause you thought this was just another rap act I drive a Cadillac, I gotta tell you that Trench Coats and Gangster Hats are back [Hook: Excerpts from unknown movies] No pussy-ass rookie cop can get him and that's for damn sure They would've locked him up in a Crazy House and throw away the key That guy is crazy That damn nut killed his own parents Maybe they just need to counsel him.. [Verse Three: Willie D] Punk motherfucker let your nuts hang And I'ma come back on your ass like a boomerang I maintain, when worse comes to worst I like pussy, but money come first These ain't the days of Capone and Elliot Ness Fucking with me, you're fucking with the best Oh! I know I can go to, believe me Your whore, but the task ain't easy Say, you stick me out in a bloodbath Are you ready for the motherfucking aftermath? When you're laying in the bed with your bitch naked And my boys dropped in unexpected Adios, to you and your whore (What about the kid?) gotta go, gotta go Do them, face to the carpet, cover your tracks Trench Coats and Gangster Hats are back [Hook: Excerpts from unknown movies] They would've locked him up in a Crazy House That guy is crazy No pussy-ass rookie cop can get him and that's for damn sure That guy is crazy That damn nut killed his own parents Maybe they just need to counsel him.. [Verse Four: Willie D] When you see the T-C-G-H outfit Don't show off, and try to talk shit Get your motherfucking ass on business Or you'll get that kick with the quickness What you said? you don't fight no more Well, let the auto and shells from your pop go I've been a motherfucking villain So long that babies were born and raised and had children My Road-dogs live dangerously Some in the cemetery, some in the penitentiary How could you impose blows and cause drama? You're still living with your mama When Willie D is on your ass You're truly have somebody on your ass I used to wear a Jersey and a baseball cap But Trench Coats and Gangster Hats are back [Break: Willie D] Yeah, it's about time for me to give some dap! To all my niggaz in the bottom, that's been down with me from the beginning When I was knocking them whores out, running them out the neighborhood What's up folks? Bido, the motherfucking mack, but still find time to lay dope tracks Crazy C, a born hard nigga that saw his way up, cause he's always ready to roll A cuff for you, fool I'm giving a dap to my nigga, Ice Cube I want you food-freeze bitch get out his way To Source Magazine, MTV, pop it up, Rap Masters I'm going out like a soldier, I told you that last year My Road-dogs, Mayne, John John, Stalkie, Chop Chop, Dee Dee Rage, Little Rod, Big Road, Oscar, David, Kevin, Dre Craig, Keith, I will see you fool To the P to the motherfucking goddamn E, Public Enemy, you're my niggaz MC Breed, and the D-F-C Nemesis, here's a Texas thing, fuck them Vinie and Treach, y'all niggaz got the right name, Naughty by Nature And every time I put some shit out; I gotta give some dap to my niggaz out of Miami The 2 Live motherfucking Crew To not the peon, but original gangster, Ice-motherfucking-T And I'ma go ahead and give some dap to a New Orleans-ass nigga named Rollin Stop paying them whores nigga Willie D, in the goddamn house And I ain't gonna hurt nobody unless they fuck with my boys Kid and Play I've got dap for the niggaz I pass the Piote' to Harvard Love, Icy Hott, Rasir X, Sho and Klondike Kat What the fuck you gotta say? Big Mellow, thought I forgot you then you're fool T-M-T get a little dap To Trife Design and Ultimate Sound For making the sound sounds so goddamn funky And I always get dap to everybody in Houston, that's down with Will For you jealous-ass whores, and dick-riding niggaz Who can't keep my name out your mouth I'ma run into you one day in them streets And I'ma kick your motherfucking ass! (*Echoed two times*) [Outro: Over voice] Now, flip that shit over bitch!