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50 Cent
You Ready? OK, let me wind you up
Do it exactly the way I said, do it man
These niggas is pussy, you heard me?
Get up nice and close
Ya!!
Chorus:
I put that battery in his back
I'm the reason why he moves like that
That's my motherfuckin' toy soldier
I tell him pop that gat
He gonna pop that gat
You don't want to 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 he's a casualty of war
Trust me I got more
You don't want it with my toy Soldier
Now listen up close and follow instructions
Catch a nigga slippin' run up on them buck 'em
I ain't got no conscience, no morals or nothing
They ain't with us, they against us, we suppose to touch them
Here's what to do if you see them approach me
Pop that nigga, I don't care if he know me
Half the niggas hating on me use to be homies
I don't trust them when they smile or playing 'cause they phoney
Everytime I come around they call the police on me
That's why the D's in the precincts know me
They know about my rap shit, they know how I'll clap you
Run like im in a track meet, swift with the mac B
Can see the envy in there eyes for sure man (Man)
Mad as a mutherfucker that I'm holdin' (Holdin')
See me in the back of the phantom (rollin')
Quick to make examples out of niggas for sure man (Man)
Hold me down
Chorus
Shoot, stab, kill mutherfucker
You ain't 'bout it, I don't want you around cocksucker
Every word out my mouth is felt
That Uz I pop, them hollows so hot your ass will melt
Barber razor in the club, stunt, I'll give ya a shape up
Have your ass stitch, gauzed, your head all taped up
Niggas 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 suprise, 'cause niggas know how we get down
Black tints on the tested Rosta
Hammer out the hosta
Gat in my lap incase you gotta get clapped
You monkey niggas went to my hood
We on that guerilla shit
You clap off and miss
We come back and start killing shit
Catch us on the corner wearing black chinchilla shit
We organized, disciplined plus we militant
Chorus
Tony Yayo
Through the window
Into a mans soul
Fill you with holes
Listen homes
I'm the man for the job
We ain't playing
50 Cent Yayo!
Tony Yayo Come on!
I'm in the coupe or phantom and the body kitted
Waves in my hair looking like Tsunami hit it
Niggas scheme... the infrared beam on the mac
I put green on your head like a Oakland A's Hat
My boy was a douljah, now he's a soldier
My little son Dula, lettin' off the Ruger
In the whip mashed up looking for his enemies
Riding and gased up off double d batteries
Tonights casualties is hooked to them Iv's
(50 give me the word)
That's when I squeeze (Ya!)
Click clack take that
Fall back
It's a contract 50 grand
I'm 50's Man
Chorus
Ya!
This is the general speaking (Ya)
When I say move (ha, ha, hahaha)
Nigga you better move (Wooooh!)
Soldier (haha)
I don't want nobody talking to none of my niggas
Come around with here with that bullshit
Trying to feed niggas bad infomation and shit
That's how my toys malfunction
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