50 Cent - My Toy Soldier Lyrics
If he's a casualty in war, trust me I got moreUntil ya life is over, *****in wit my Toy SoldierI say it's on, then it's onYou dont wanna play wit my Toy SoldierI tell him pop that gat, he gon' pop that gatThat's my mu'*****in toy SoldierI'm the reason why he move like thatI put that battery in his back[Chorus- 50 Cent]Get up nice and close (yeah!)man, these niggas are *****, you heard me?Do it exactly the way i say do itYou ready? OK let me wind you up[Intro- 50 Cent]Every word out my mouth is feltYou ain't bout it I don't want ya around, *****suckerShoot, Stab, Kill mu*****a[Verse 2: 50 Cent][Chorus]Hold me downQuick to make examples outta niggas fa sho manSee me in the back of the Phantom RollinMad as a motha*****a that I'm holdinYou could see the envy in they eyes fa sho mayneI'm like I'm in a track meet, swift wit the mack , BThey know 'bout my rap shit, they know bout how i clap peopleThats why the D's in the precinct know meEverytime I come around they call the police on meI don't trust em when they smile or when they frown, cause they foneyHalf the niggas hatin on me used to be homiesPop that nigga, "I dont care if you know me.Here's what to do if you see him approach me,They ain't wit us, they against us, We supposed to touch emI ain't got no conscience, them whores are nothin'Catch a nigga slippin, run up on him and buck himThis is so close, now follow instructions[Verse 1: 50 Cent]That who I pop, the hollows so hot, yo ass will meltYou don't want it wit my Toy SoldierBarber razor in the club, stunt n I'll give you a ?? stich,gored, ya head all taped upniggas know how I get down, see they know when I'm aroundHaha, my soldiers around in this,some shit go down, and a nigga get laid downIts no surprise cause niggas know how I get downBlack tint on the Testarossa,Hammer out the holster, gat in my lap in case u gotta get clappedYou monkey niggas swing through my hood, we on that gorilla shitYou clap off and miss, we come back and start killin shitCatch us on the corner wearin black chinchilla shitWe organize discipline, plus we militant[Chorus][Verse 3: Tony Yayo][Wierd intro by Yayo]I'm in that coupe phantom, and the bodies kittedWaves in my head, lookin like tsunamis hit itniggas scheme, the infrared beam's on the macI put green on yo head like an Oakland A's hatMy boy was a dolja, now he a souljaMy lil' son ?? lettin off the rugerIn a whip mashed up, lookin for his enemiesRidin and gassed up off double D batteriesMass casualties, is hooked to them IV's50 gimme the word, thats when I squeezeClick clack, take that, fall back, its a contract50 grand, and 50 man[chorus]
