My Toy Soldier

50 Cent
My Toy Soldiers

You Ready? Ok let me wind you up
Do it exactly the way I said do it man
These is p*ssy you heard me?
Get up nice and close
Yea!!

(Chorus)
I put that battery in his back
Im the reason why he moves like that
Thats my ma'motha fkin' toy soldier
I tell him pop that gat
He gon pop that gat
You dont want to play with my toy soldier
I say its on then its on until your life is over
fkin' with my toy soldier
If hes a casualty of war
Trust me I got more
You dont want it with my Toy Soldier

50 Cent
Now listen up close and follow instructions
Catch a nigg* slippin run up on them buck em
I aint got no conscience, no morals or nothing
They aint with us they against us we suppost to touch them
Heres what to do if you see them approach me
Pop that nigg* I dont care if he know me
Half the hating on me use to be homies
I don't trust them when they smile or when they frown cuz they phoney
Everytime I come around they call the police on me
Thats why the D's in the precincts know me
They know about my rap sheet, they know how I'll clap heat
Run like im in a track meet, swift with the mac B
U can see the envy in thier eyes for sure man(mann)
Mad as a muth*fka that im holdin(holdinnn)
See me in the back of the phantom(rollinnn)
Quick to make examples out of for sure man
Hold me down...

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50 Cent
Shoot, stab, kill muth*fka
You aint bout it, I dont want you around a
Every word out my mouth is felt
That Uz I pop, dem hollows so hot your as* will melt
Barber razor in the club, stunt, ill give ya a shape up
Have your as* stitch, gored , your head all taped up
know how I get down
See they know when im around (ha ha)
My soldiers around
And if some s**t goes down
And a nigg* get laid down
Its no suprise cause know how we get down
Black tints on the Testa Rosta
Hammer out the holsta
Gat in my lap incase you gotta get clapped
You monkey went to my hood
We on that guerilla s**t
You clap off and miss
We come back and start killing s**t
Catch us on the corner wearing black chinchilla s**t
We organized, disciplined plus we militant

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(Bridge - Yayo Screwed & Chopped)

Through the window
Into a mans soul
...
Fill you with holes
Listen homes.... im the man for the job
...we aint playing
(50 Cent ) : Yayo!

( Tony Yayo) - Come on!

Tony Yayo
Im in the coupe or phantom and the body kitted
Waves in my hair looking like Tsunami hit it
scheme.. the infared beam's on the mac
I put green on your head like a Oakland A's Hat
My boy was a douljah, now hes a soldier
My little son Dula, Lettin off the Ruger
In the whip mashed up looking for his enemies
Riding gased up off double d batteries
Now his casualties is hooked to them Iv's
(50 Give me the word)
Thats when I Squeeze (Yea!)
Clik Clack take that
Fall Back
Its a contract 50 grand
Im 50's Man

(Chorus)

Yea!
This is the general speaking (yeaaa..)
When I say move(ha.ha.hahahaa)
nigg* you better move (wooooh!)
Soldier (haha)
I dont want nobody talking to none of my
Come around with here with that bulls**t
Trying to feed bad infomation and s**t..
Thats how my toys malfunction