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