- Song Name: My Toy Soldier
- Artist Name: 50 Cent
- Album: The Massacre
- Songwriters: Curtis Jackson, Luis Resto, Marshall Mathers, Marvin Bernard, Steve King
- Release Date: 2005.03.03
LYRICS FOR "My Toy Soldier"
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
I put that battery in his back
I'm the reason why he moves like that
That's my motherfucking toy soldier
I tell him pop that gat
You don't want to play with my toy soldier
I say it's on then it's on until your life is over
F****** with my toy soldier
Trust me I got more
Now listen up close and follow instructions
Catch a nigga slippin' run up on them buck 'em
I ain't got no conscience
They ain't with us they against us we supposed to touch them
Here's what to do if you see them approach me
Pop that nigga I don't care if he know me
Half the niggas hating on me use to be homies
I don't trust them when they smile or playing 'cuz they phoney
Every time I come around they call the police on me
That's why the D's and the prisents know me
They know about my rap s***
Run like I'm in a track meet
Can see the envy in there eyes for sure man
Mad as a m*********** that I'm holdin'
See me in the back of the phantom
Quick to make examples out of niggas for sure man
Hold me down
I put that battery in his back
I'm the reason why he moves like that
That's my motherfucking toy soldier
I tell him pop that gat
You don't want to play with my toy soldier
I say it's on then it's on until your life is over
F****** with my toy soldier
Trust me I got more
Shoot
You ain't 'bout it
Every word out my mouth is felt
That Uz I pop
Barber razor in the club
Have your ass stitch
Niggas know how I get down
See they know when I'm around
And if some s*** goes down and a nigga get laid down
It's no surprise cause niggas know how we get down
Black tints on the tested Rosta
Gat in my lap in case you gotta get clapped
You monkey niggas went to my hood
We on that guerrilla s***
We come back and start killing s***
Catch us on the corner wearing black chinchilla s***
We organized
I put that battery in his back
I'm the reason why he moves like that
That's my motherfucking toy soldier
I tell him pop that gat
You don't want to play with my toy soldier
I say it's on then it's on until your life is over
F****** with my toy soldier
Trust me I got more
Through the window into a mans soul
Fill you with holes listen homes
I'm the man for the job
Yayo
I'm in the coupe or phantom and the body kitted
Waves in my hair looking like Tsunami hit it
Niggas scheme the infrared beam on the mac
I put green on your head like a Oakland A's Hat
My boy was a douljah
My little son Dula
In the whip mashed up looking for his enemies
Riding and gassed up off double D batteries
Tonights casualties is hooked to them Iv's
That's when I squeeze
Fall back
I'm 50's Man
I put that battery in his back
I'm the reason why he moves like that
That's my motherfucking toy soldier
I tell him pop that gat
You don't want to play with my toy soldier
I say it's on then it's on until your life is over
F****** with my toy soldier
Trust me I got more
Ya
When I say move
Soldier
Come around with here with their b*******
Trying to feed niggas bad information and s***
That's how my toys malfunction
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