Lirik Lagu My Toy Soldier - 50 Cent
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[Intro- 50 Cent]You ready? OK let me wind you upDo it exactly the way i say do itman, these niggas are pussy, you heard me?Get up nice and close (yeah!)
[Chorus- 50 Cent]I put that battery in his backI'm the reason why he move like thatThat's my mu'fuckin toy SoldierI tell him pop that gat, he gon' pop that gatYou dont wanna play wit my Toy SoldierI say it's on, then it's onUntil ya life is over, Fuckin wit my Toy SoldierIf he's a casualty in war, trust me I got moreYou don't want it wit my Toy Soldier
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
This is so close, now follow instructionsCatch a nigga slippin, run up on him and buck himI ain't got no conscience, them whores are nothin'They ain't wit us, they against us, We supposed to touch emHere's what to do if you see him approach me,Pop that nigga, "I dont care if you know me.Half the niggas hatin on me used to be homiesI don't trust em when they smile or when they frown, cause they foneyEverytime I come around they call the police on meThats why the D's in the precinct know meThey know 'bout my rap shit, they know bout how i clap peopleI'm like I'm in a track meet, swift wit the mack , BYou could see the envy in they eyes fa sho mayneMad as a mothafucka that I'm holdinSee me in the back of the Phantom RollinQuick to make examples outta niggas fa sho manHold me down
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Shoot, Stab, Kill mufuckaYou ain't bout it I don't want ya around, cocksuckerEvery word out my mouth is feltThat ?? I pop, the hollows so hot, yo ass will meltBarber razor in the club, stunt n I'll give you a ?? stich,gored, ya head all taped upniggas know how I get down, see they know when I'm aroundHaha, my soldiers around in this,some shit go down, and a nigga get laid downIts no surprise cause niggas know how I get downBlack tint on the Testarossa,Hammer out the holster, gat in my lap in case u gotta get clappedYou monkey niggas swing through my hood, we on that gorilla shitYou clap off and miss, we come back and start killin shitCatch us on the corner wearin black chinchilla shitWe organize discipline, plus we militant
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Tony Yayo][Wierd intro by Yayo]
I'm in that coupe phantom, and the bodies kittedWaves in my head, lookin like tsunamis hit itniggas scheme, the infrared beam's on the macI put green on yo head like an Oakland A's hatMy boy was a dolja, now he a souljaMy lil' son ?? lettin off the rugerIn a whip mashed up, lookin for his enemiesRidin and gassed up off double D batteriesMass casualties, is hooked to them IV's50 gimme the word, thats when I squeezeClick clack, take that, fall back, its a contract50 grand, and 50 man
[chorus]
[Chorus- 50 Cent]I put that battery in his backI'm the reason why he move like thatThat's my mu'fuckin toy SoldierI tell him pop that gat, he gon' pop that gatYou dont wanna play wit my Toy SoldierI say it's on, then it's onUntil ya life is over, Fuckin wit my Toy SoldierIf he's a casualty in war, trust me I got moreYou don't want it wit my Toy Soldier
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
This is so close, now follow instructionsCatch a nigga slippin, run up on him and buck himI ain't got no conscience, them whores are nothin'They ain't wit us, they against us, We supposed to touch emHere's what to do if you see him approach me,Pop that nigga, "I dont care if you know me.Half the niggas hatin on me used to be homiesI don't trust em when they smile or when they frown, cause they foneyEverytime I come around they call the police on meThats why the D's in the precinct know meThey know 'bout my rap shit, they know bout how i clap peopleI'm like I'm in a track meet, swift wit the mack , BYou could see the envy in they eyes fa sho mayneMad as a mothafucka that I'm holdinSee me in the back of the Phantom RollinQuick to make examples outta niggas fa sho manHold me down
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Shoot, Stab, Kill mufuckaYou ain't bout it I don't want ya around, cocksuckerEvery word out my mouth is feltThat ?? I pop, the hollows so hot, yo ass will meltBarber razor in the club, stunt n I'll give you a ?? stich,gored, ya head all taped upniggas know how I get down, see they know when I'm aroundHaha, my soldiers around in this,some shit go down, and a nigga get laid downIts no surprise cause niggas know how I get downBlack tint on the Testarossa,Hammer out the holster, gat in my lap in case u gotta get clappedYou monkey niggas swing through my hood, we on that gorilla shitYou clap off and miss, we come back and start killin shitCatch us on the corner wearin black chinchilla shitWe organize discipline, plus we militant
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Tony Yayo][Wierd intro by Yayo]
I'm in that coupe phantom, and the bodies kittedWaves in my head, lookin like tsunamis hit itniggas scheme, the infrared beam's on the macI put green on yo head like an Oakland A's hatMy boy was a dolja, now he a souljaMy lil' son ?? lettin off the rugerIn a whip mashed up, lookin for his enemiesRidin and gassed up off double D batteriesMass casualties, is hooked to them IV's50 gimme the word, thats when I squeezeClick clack, take that, fall back, its a contract50 grand, and 50 man
[chorus]
