Steve King - My Toy Soldier lyrics

[50 Cent] You ready? Okay let me wind you up Do it exactly the way I said do it man These n***as is p**y you heard me? Get up nice and close [Hook: 50 Cent] I put that battery in his back I'm the reason why he move like that That's my muh'f**in 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**in 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] Listen up close now, follow instructions Catch a n***a slippin, run up on him and buck him I ain't got no conscience no morals or 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 don't care if he 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 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 with the mac, B You can see the envy in they eyes fo' sho' mayn Mad as a motherf**er that I'm holdin See me in the back of the Phantom, rollin Quick to make examples out of n***as fo' sho' man, hold me down [Hook] [Verse Two: 50 Cent] Shoot, stab, k** muh'f**er If you ain't 'bout it I don't want you around, co*ks**er Every word out my mouth is felt; that oo-wop pop Them hollows so hot, yo' a**'ll melt Barber razor in the club, stunt - I'll give you a shape up Have your a** stitched, gored, your head all taped up n***as know how I get down, see they know when I'm around Ha ha, my soldiers around And if some sh** goes down - and a n***a get laid down It's no surprise cause n***as 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 monkey n***as swing through my hood, we on that Gorilla sh** You clap off and miss, we come back, start k**in sh** Catch us on the corner wearin black chinchilla sh** We organized, disciplined, plus we militant [Hook] [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***as scheme, but the infrared beam's on the mack I'll put green on yo' head like an Oakland A's hat One boy was a doja, now he a soldier My little son Dula lettin off the Ruger In a whip masked up, lookin for his enemies Ridin ga**ed up, off double D batteries His last 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 [Hook] [50 Cent] Yeah! This is the general speakin (yeah) When I say move (ha ha ha) n***a you better move Soldier, ha ha I don't want nobody talkin to none of my n***as Come around here with that bullsh** Tryin to feed n***as bad information and sh** That's how my toys malfunction