My Toy Soldiers

You ready? OK let me wind you up Do it exactly the way I say do it Man, these niggas 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 motherfucking toy Soldier I tell him pop that gat, he goin' pop that gat You don't want to play wit my Toy Soldier I say it's on, then it's on Until ya life is over, fucking 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 This is so close, now follow instructions Catch a nigga slipping, 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 nigga, "I don't care if you know me. Half the niggas hating on me used to be homies I don't trust em when they smile or when they frown, cause they foney Every time I come around they call the police on me That's why the D's in the precinct know me They know 'bout my rap shit, they know bout how I clap people I'm like I'm in a track meet, swift wit the mack , be You could see the envy in they eyes for sure man Mad as a motherfucker that I'm holding See me in the back of the Phantom Rollin Quick to make examples outta niggas fa sho man Hold me down [Chorus] Shoot, Stab, Kill mufucka 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 ass will melt 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 you 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 killing shit Catch us on the corner wearing black chinchilla shit We organize discipline, plus we militant [Chorus] I'm in that coupe phantom, and the bodies kitted Waves in my head, looking 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 ? letting off the rugger In a whip mashed up, looking for his enemies Riding and gassed up off double D batteries Mass casualties, is hooked to them IV's 50 gimme the word, that's when I squeeze Click clack, take that, fall back, its a contract 50 grand, and 50 man [Chorus]