My Toy Soldier

[50 Cent] You ready? Okay 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 [Hook: 50 Cent] I put that battery in his back I'm the reason why he move like that That's my muh'fuckin toy soldier I tell him pop that gat, he gon' pop that gat You don't wanna 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 youse a casualty of war, trust me I got more You don't want it with my toy soldiers [Verse One: 50 Cent] Listen up close now, follow instructions Catch a nigga slippin, run up on him and buck him I ain't got no conscience no morals or 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 he know me Half the niggas hatin on me used to be homies I don't trust 'em when they smile or when they frown cause they phony Everytime I come around they call the police on me That's why the D's in the precinct know me They know about my rap sheet, they know 'bout how I clap heat Run like I'm in a track meet, swift with the mac, B You can see the envy in they eyes fo' sho' mayn Mad as a motherfucker that I'm holdin See me in the back of the Phantom, rollin Quick to make examples out of niggas fo' sho' man, hold me down [Hook] [Verse Two: 50 Cent] Shoot, stab, kill muh'fucker If you ain't 'bout it I don't want you around, cocksucker Every word out my mouth is felt; that oo-wop pop Them hollows so hot, yo' ass'll melt Barber razor in the club, stunt - I'll give you a shape up Have your ass stitched, gored, 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 surprise cause niggas know how we get down Black tints 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, start killin shit Catch us on the corner wearin black chinchilla shit We organized, disciplined, plus we militant [Hook] [Interlude] Two windows to a man's soul ... fill you with holes Listen homey.. I'm the man for the job So if he ain't.. (Yayo, c'mon!) [Verse Three: Tony Yayo] I'm in that two-door Phantom and the body's kitted Waves in my head lookin like tsunami hit it Niggas scheme, but the infrared beam's on the mack I'll put green on yo' head like an Oakland A's hat One boy was a doja, now he a soldier My little son Dula lettin off the Ruger In a whip masked up, lookin for his enemies Ridin gassed up, off double D batteries His last casualties, is hooked to them IV's (50 gimme the word) that's when I squeeze (yeah!) Click-clack, take that, fall back It's a contract, 50 grand, I'm 50 man [Hook] [50 Cent] Yeah! This is the general speakin (yeah) When I say move (ha ha ha) nigga you better move Soldier, ha ha I don't want nobody talkin to none of my niggas Come around here with that bullshit Tryin to feed niggas bad information and shit That's how my toys malfunction