My Toy Soldier

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!!

(Chours)

I put that battery in his back

Im the reason why he moves like that

Thats my motherfuckin' toy soldier

I tell him pop that gat

He gonna pop that gat

You dont want to play with my toy soldier

I say its on then its on until your life is over

Fuckin' 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 nigga 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 nigga I dont 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 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 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(mann)

Mad as a muthafucka that im holdin(holdinnn)

See me in the back of the phantom(rollinnn)

Quick to make examples out of niggas for sure man(mann)

Hold me down...

(Chours)

[50 Cent]

Shoot, stab, kill muthafucka

You aint bout it, I dont want you around cocksucka

Every word out my mouth is felt

That Uz I pop, dem hollows so hot your ass will melt

Barber razor in the club, stunt, ill 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 im around (ha ha)

My soldiers around

And if some shit goes down

And a nigga get laid down

Its 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

(Chours)

(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

Niggas scheme.. the infared beam 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 and gased up off double d batteries

Tonights casualties is hooked to them Iv's

(50 Give me the word)

Thats when I Squeeze (Ya!)

Clik Clack take that

Fall Back

Its a contract 50 grand

Im 50's Man

(Chours)

Ya!

This is the general speaking (yaaa..)

When I say move(ha.ha.hahahaa)

Nigga you better move (wooooh!)

Soldier (haha)

I dont want nobody talking to none of my niggas

Come around with here with that bullshit

Trying to feed niggas bad infomation and shit..

Thats how my toys malfunction