[Intro- 50 Cent]

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 mu''fuckin 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, Fuckin 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 nigga slippin, 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 dont care if you 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 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 shit, 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 mothafucka that I''m holdin

See me in the back of the Phantom Rollin

Quick to make examples outta niggas fa sho man

Hold me down



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[Verse 2: 50 Cent]



Shoot, Stab, Kill mufucka

You ain''t bout it I don''t want ya around, cocksucker

Every word out my mouth is felt

That uz I pop, them hollow''s 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 u 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 killin shit

Catch us on the corner wearin black chinchilla shit

We organize discipline, plus we militant



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[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

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

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



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