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[50 Cent] You ready? Okay let me wind you up Do it exactly the way I said do it man These niggaz is pussy you heard me? Get up nice and close [Chorus: 50 Cent] I put that battery in his back, I'm the reason why he move like that That's my muh'fuckin toy soldier I tell him pop that gat, he gon' pop that gat You don't wanna play with my toy soldier I say it's on then it's on until your life is over Fuckin with my toy soldier If youse a casualty of war, trust me I got more You don't want it with my toy soldiers [Verse One: 50 Cent] This is up close now, follow instructions Picture a nigga slippin, run up on him and buck him I ain't got no conscience no more there's enough to name When they stay against us we supposed to touch 'em Here's what to do if you see him approach me Pop that nigga, I don't care if you know me Half the niggaz hatin on me used to be homies I don't trust 'em when they smile or when they frown cause they phony Everytime I come around they call the police on me That's why the D's in the precinct know me They know about my rap sheet, they know 'bout how I clap heat Run like I'm in a track meet, swift what the mac B You can see the envy in they eyes fo' sho' mayyyn Mad as a motherfucker that I'm holdiiin See me in the back of the Phantom, rolliin Quick to make examples out of niggaz fo' sho' man, hold me down [Chorus] [Verse Two: 50 Cent] Shoot, stab, kill muh'fucker If you ain't 'bout it I don't want you around, cocksucker Every word out my mouth is felt; that oo-wop pop Them hollows so hot, yo' ass'll melt Barber razor in the club, stunner get you an' shit Right by your ass stitch, gored, your head all taped up Niggaz know how I get down, see they know when I'm around Ha ha, my soldiers around And if some shit goes down - and a nigga get laid down It's no surprise cause niggaz know how we get down Black tints on the Testarossa, hammer out the holster Gat in my lap in case you gotta get clapped You monkey niggaz swing through my hood, we on that Gorilla shit You clap off and miss, we come back, start killin shit Catch us on the corner wearin black chinchilla shit We organized, disciplined, plus we militant [Chorus] [Interlude] Two windows to a man's soul ... fill you with holes Listen homey.. I'm the man for the job So if he ain't.. (Yayo, c'mon!) [Verse Three: Tony Yayo] I'm in that two-door Phantom and the body's kitted Waves in my head lookin like tsunami hit it Niggaz scheme, the infrared beam's on the mac I put green on yo' head like a Oakland A's hat One boy was a doja, now he a soldier My little son Dula lettin off the Ruger In a whip mad stuck, lookin for his enemies Ridin gassed up, off double D batteries Now his casualties, is hooked to them IV's (50 gimme the word) that's when I squeeze (yeah!) Click-clack, take that, fall back It's a contract, 50 grand, I'm 50 man [Chorus] [50 Cent] Yeah! This is the general speakin (yeah) When I say move (ha ha ha) nigga you better move Soldier, ha ha I don't want nobody talkin to none of my niggaz Come around here with that bullshit Tryin to feed niggaz bad information and shit That's how my toys malfunction