[Intro- 50 Cent]
You ready? OK let me wind you up
Do it exactly the way i say do it
man, these n***as are p**y, you heard me?
Get up nice and close (yeah!)
[Chorus- 50 Cent]
I put that battery in his back
I'm the reason why he move like that
That's my mu'f**in toy Soldier
I tell him pop that gat, he gon' pop that gat
You dont wanna play wit my Toy Soldier
I say it's on, then it's on
Until ya life is over, f**in wit my Toy Soldier
If he's a casualty in war, trust me I got more
You don't want it wit my Toy Soldier
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
This is so close, now follow instructions
Catch a n***a slippin, run up on him and buck him
I ain't got no conscience, them who*es are nothin'
They ain't wit us, they against us, We supposed to touch em
Here's what to do if you see him approach me,
Pop that n***a, "I dont care if you know me.
Half the n***as hatin on me used to be homies
I don't trust em when they smile or when they frown, cause they foney
Everytime I come around they call the police on me
Thats why the D's in the precinct know me
They know 'bout my rap sh**, they know bout how i clap people
I'm like I'm in a track meet, swift wit the mack , B
You could see the envy in they eyes fa sho mayne
Mad as a mothaf**a that I'm holdin
See me in the back of the Phantom Rollin
Quick to make examples outta n***as fa sho man
Hold me down
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Shoot, Stab, k** muf**a
You ain't bout it I don't want ya around, co*ks**er
Every word out my mouth is felt
That uz I pop, them hollow's so hot, yo a** will melt
Barber razor in the club, stunt n I'll give you a ?? stich,
gored, ya head all taped up
n***as know how I get down, see they know when I'm around
Haha, my soldiers around in this,
some sh** go down, and a n***a get laid down
Its no surprise cause n***as know how I get down
Black tint on the Testarossa,
Hammer out the holster, gat in my lap in case u gotta get clapped
You monkey n***as swing through my hood, we on that gorilla sh**
You clap off and miss, we come back and start k**in sh**
Catch us on the corner wearin black chinchilla sh**
We organize discipline, plus we militant
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Tony Yayo]
[Wierd intro by Yayo]
I'm in that coupe phantom, and the bodies kitted
Waves in my head, lookin like tsunamis hit it
n***as scheme, the infrared beam's on the mac
I put green on yo head like an Oakland A's hat
My boy was a dolja, now he a soulja
My lil' son ?? lettin off the ruger
In a whip mashed up, lookin for his enemies
Ridin and ga**ed up off double D batteries
Ma** casualties, is hooked to them IV's
50 gimme the word, thats when I squeeze
Click clack, take that, fall back, its a contract
50 grand, and 50 man
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