[50 Cent]
You ready? Okay let me wind you up
Do it exactly the way I said to do it man
These n****z is p***y you heard me?
Get up nice and close
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I put that battery in his back, I'm the reason why he move like that
That's my muh'f**kin toy soldier
I tell him pop that gat, he gon' pop that gat
You don't wanna play with my toy soldier
I say it's on then it's on until your life is over
F**kin with my toy soldier
If youse a casualty of war, trust me I got more
You don't want it with my toy soldiers
[Verse One: 50 Cent]
This is up close now, follow instructions
Picture a n**** slippin, run up on him and buck him
I ain't got no conscience no morals or nothin
When they stay against us we supposed to touch 'em
Here's what to do if you see him approach me
Pop that n****, I don't care if you know me
Half the n****z hatin on me used to be homies
I don't trust 'em when they smile or when they frown cause they phony
Everytime I come around they call the police on me
That's why the D's in the precinct know me
They know about my rap sheet, they know 'bout how I clap heat
Run like I'm in a track meet, swift what the mac be
You can see the envy in they eyes fo' sho' mayn
Mad as a motherf**ker that I'm holdin
See me in the back of the Phantom, rollin
Quick to make examples out of n****z fo' sho' man, hold me down
[Chorus]
[Verse Two: 50 Cent]
Shoot, stab, kill muh'f**ker
If you ain't 'bout it I don't want you around, cocksucker
Every word out my mouth is felt; that oo-wop pop
Them hollows so hot, yo' a**'ll melt
Barber razor in the club, stunner get you an' s**t
Right by your a** stitch, gored, your head all taped up
N****z know how I get down, see they know when I'm around
Ha ha, my soldiers around
And if some s**t goes down - and a n**** get laid down
It's no surprise cause n****z know how we get down
Black tints on the Testarossa, hammer out the holster
Gat in my lap in case you gotta get clapped
You phony n****z swing through my hood, we on that Gorilla s**t
You clap off and miss, we come back, start killin s**t
Catch us on the corner wearin black chinchilla s**t
We organized, disciplined, plus we militant
[Chorus]
[Interlude]
Two windows to a man's soul
... fill you with holes
Listen homey.. I'm the man for the job
So if he ain't.. (Yayo, c'mon!)
[Verse Three: Tony Yayo]
I'm in that two-door Phantom and the body's kitted
Waves in my head lookin like tsunami hit it
N****z scheme, the infrared beam's on the mac
I put green on yo' head like a Oakland A's hat
One boy was a doja, now he a soldier
My little son Dula lettin off the Ruger
In a whip mad stuck, lookin for his enemies
Ridin gassed up, off double D batteries
Now his casualties, is hooked to them IV's
(50 gimme the word) that's when I squeeze (yeah!)
Click-clack, take that, fall back
It's a contract, 50 grand, I'm 50 man
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
Yeah! This is the general speakin (yeah)
When I say move (ha ha ha) n**** you better move
Soldier, ha ha
I don't want nobody talkin to none of my n****z
Come around here with that bulls**t
Tryin to feed n****z bad information and s**t
That's how my toys malfunction |
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