50 Cent: My Toy Soldier lyrics
If he's a casualty in war, trust me I got more
Until ya life is over, Fuckin wit my Toy Soldier
I say it's on, then it's on
You dont wanna play wit my Toy Soldier
I tell him pop that gat, he gon' pop that gat
That's my mu'fuckin toy Soldier
I'm the reason why he move like that
I put that battery in his back
[Chorus- 50 Cent]
Get up nice and close (yeah!)
man, these niggas are pussy, you heard me?
Do it exactly the way i say do it
You ready? OK let me wind you up
[Intro- 50 Cent]
Every word out my mouth is felt
You ain't bout it I don't want ya around, cocksucker
Shoot, Stab, Kill mufucka
[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
[Chorus]
Hold me down
Quick to make examples outta niggas fa sho man
See me in the back of the Phantom Rollin
Mad as a mothafucka that I'm holdin
You could see the envy in they eyes fa sho mayne
I'm like I'm in a track meet, swift wit the mack , B
They know 'bout my rap shit, they know bout how i clap people
Thats why the D's in the precinct know me
Everytime I come around they call the police on me
I don't trust em when they smile or when they frown, cause they foney
Half the niggas hatin on me used to be homies
Pop 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 em
I ain't got no conscience, them whores are nothin'
Catch a nigga slippin, run up on him and buck him
This is so close, now follow instructions
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
That who I pop, the hollows so hot, yo ass will melt
You don't want it wit my Toy Soldier
Barber razor in the club, stunt n I'll give you a ?? stich,
gored, ya head all taped up
niggas know how I get down, see they know when I'm around
Haha, my soldiers around in this,
some shit go down, and a nigga get laid down
Its no surprise cause niggas 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 niggas swing through my hood, we on that gorilla shit
You clap off and miss, we come back and start killin shit
Catch us on the corner wearin black chinchilla shit
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
niggas 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 gassed up off double D batteries
Mass 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
[chorus]
