My Toy Soldier

Album by: The Massacre

Artist by: 50 Cent

If he＇s a casualty in war, trust me I got more

Until ya life is over, F**kin wit my Toy Soldier

I say it＇s on, then it＇s on

You don't wanna play wit my Toy Soldier

I tell him pop that gat, he gon＇ pop that gat

That＇s my mu＇f**kin toy Soldier

I＇m the reason why he move like that

I put that battery in his back

Get up nice and close (yeah!)

Man, these *s are p**sy, you heard me?

Do it exactly the way i say do it

You ready? OK let me wind you up

Every word out my mouth is felt

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

Shoot, Stab, Kill muf**ka

Hold me down

Quick to make examples outta *s fa sho man

See me in the back of the Phantom Rollin

Mad as a mothaf**ka that I＇m holdin

You could see the envy in they eyes fa sho mayne

I＇m like I＇m in a track meet, swift wit the mack , B

They know ＇bout my rap sh*t, they know bout how i clap people

Thats why the D＇s in the precinct know me

Everytime I come around they call the police on me

I don＇t trust em when they smile or when they frown, cause they foney

Half the *s hatin on me used to be homies

Pop that ni**a, ＂I don't care if you know me.

Here＇s what to do if you see him approach me,

They ain＇t wit us, they against us, We supposed to touch em

I ain＇t got no conscience, them whores are nothin＇

Catch a ni**a slippin, run up on him and buck him

This is so close, now follow instructions

That who I pop, the hollows so hot, yo a** will melt

You don＇t want it wit my Toy Soldier

Barber razor in the club, stunt n I＇ll give you a ?? stich,

Gored, ya head all taped up

*s know how i get down, see they know when i＇m around

Haha, my soldiers around in this,

Some sh*t go down, and a ni**a get laid down

Its no surprise cause *s 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 *s swing through my hood, we on that gorilla sh*t

You clap off and miss, we come back and start killin sh*t

Catch us on the corner wearin black chinchilla sh*t

We organize discipline, plus we militant

I＇m in that coupe phantom, and the bodies kitted

Waves in my head, lookin like tsunamis hit it

*s 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