50 Cent - My Toy Soldier lyrics

[Intro- 50 Cent] You ready? OK let me wind you up Do it exactly the way i say do it man, these n***as are p**y, 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 mu'f**in toy Soldier I tell him pop that gat, he gon' pop that gat You dont wanna play wit my Toy Soldier I say it's on, then it's on Until ya life is over, f**in 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 [Verse 1: 50 Cent] This is so close, now follow instructions Catch a n***a slippin, run up on him and buck him I ain't got no conscience, them who*es 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 n***a, "I dont care if you know me. Half the n***as hatin on me used to be homies I don't trust em when they smile or when they frown, cause they foney Everytime I come around they call the police on me Thats why the D's in the precinct know me They know 'bout my rap sh**, they know bout how i clap people I'm like I'm in a track meet, swift wit the mack , B You could see the envy in they eyes fa sho mayne Mad as a mothaf**a that I'm holdin See me in the back of the Phantom Rollin Quick to make examples outta n***as fa sho man Hold me down [Chorus] [Verse 2: 50 Cent] Shoot, Stab, k** muf**a You ain't bout it I don't want ya around, co*ks**er Every word out my mouth is felt That uz I pop, them hollow's so hot, yo a** will melt Barber razor in the club, stunt n I'll give you a ?? stich, gored, ya head all taped up n***as know how I get down, see they know when I'm around Haha, my soldiers around in this, some sh** go down, and a n***a get laid down Its no surprise cause n***as 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 n***as swing through my hood, we on that gorilla sh** You clap off and miss, we come back and start k**in sh** Catch us on the corner wearin black chinchilla sh** 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 n***as 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 ga**ed up off double D batteries Ma** 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]