50 cent - My Toy Soldier
[50
Cent]
You
ready? Okay let me wind you up
Do
it exactly the way I said do it man
These
niggaz is pussy 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'fuckin 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
Fuckin
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 nigga slippin, run up on him and buck him
I
ain't got no conscience no more there's enough to name
When
they stay against us we supposed to touch 'em
Here's
what to do if you see him approach me
Pop
that nigga, I don't care if you know me
Half
the niggaz 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 B
You
can see the envy in they eyes fo' sho' mayyyn
Mad
as a motherfucker that I'm holdiiin
See
me in the back of the Phantom, rolliin
Quick
to make examples out of niggaz fo' sho' man, hold me down
[Chorus]
[Verse
Two: 50 Cent]
Shoot,
stab, kill muh'fucker
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' ass'll melt
Barber
razor in the club, stunner get you an' shit
Right
by your ass stitch, gored, your head all taped up
Niggaz
know how I get down, see they know when I'm around
Ha
ha, my soldiers around
And
if some shit goes down - and a nigga get laid down
It's
no surprise cause niggaz 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 niggaz swing through my hood, we on that Gorilla shit
You
clap off and miss, we come back, start killin shit
Catch
us on the corner wearin black chinchilla shit
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
Niggaz
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) nigga you better move
Soldier,
ha ha
I
don't want nobody talkin to none of my niggaz
Come
around here with that bullshit
Tryin
to feed niggaz bad information and shit
That's
how my toys malfunction