My Toy Soldier-50 Cent

Album by: The Massacre Artist by: 50 Cent If he＇s a casualty in war, trust me I got more Until ya life is over, F**kin wit my Toy Soldier I say it＇s on, then it＇s on You don't wanna play wit my Toy Soldier I tell him pop that gat, he gon＇ pop that gat That＇s my mu＇f**kin 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 *s are p**sy, 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 muf**ka [Verse 2: 50 Cent] [Chorus] Hold me down Quick to make examples outta *s fa sho man See me in the back of the Phantom Rollin Mad as a mothaf**ka 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 sh*t, 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 *s hatin on me used to be homies Pop that ni**a, ＂I don't 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 ni**a 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 a** 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 *s know how i get down, see they know when i＇m around Haha, my soldiers around in this, Some sh*t go down, and a ni**a get laid down Its no surprise cause *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 *s swing through my hood, we on that gorilla sh*t You clap off and miss, we come back and start killin sh*t Catch us on the corner wearin black chinchilla sh*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 *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]