You Ready? Ok let me wind you upDo it exactly the way I said do it manThese Niggas is pussy you heard me?Get up nice and closeYa!!
(Chours)I put that battery in his backIm the reason why he moves like thatThats my motherfuckin' toy soldierI tell him pop that gatHe gonna pop that gatYou dont want to play with my toy soldierI say its on then its on until your life is overFuckin' with my toy soldierIf hes a casualty of warTrust me I got moreYou dont want it with my Toy Soldier
[50 Cent]Now listen up close and follow instructionsCatch a nigga slippin run up on them buck `emI aint got no conscience, no morals or nothingThey aint with us they against us we suppost to touch themHeres what to do if you see them approach mePop that nigga I dont care if he know meHalf the niggas hating on me use to be homiesI don't trust them when they smile or playing cuz they phoneyEverytime I come around they call the police on meThats why the D's in the precincts know meThey know about my rap shit, they know how I'll clap youRun like im in a track meet, swift with the mac BCan see the envy in there eyes for sure man(mann)Mad as a muthafucka that im holdin(holdinnn)See me in the back of the phantom(rollinnn)Quick to make examples out of niggas for sure man(mann)Hold me down...
[50 Cent]Shoot, stab, kill muthafuckaYou aint bout it, I dont want you around cocksuckaEvery word out my mouth is feltThat Uz I pop, dem hollows so hot your ass will meltBarber razor in the club, stunt, ill give ya a shape upHave your ass stitch, gauzed, your head all taped upNiggas know how I get downSee they know when im around (ha ha)My soldiers aroundAnd if some shit goes downAnd a nigga get laid downIts no suprise cause niggas know how we get downBlack tints on the tested RostaHammer out the hostaGat in my lap incase you gotta get clappedYou monkey niggas went to my hoodWe on that guerilla shitYou clap off and missWe come back and start killing shitCatch us on the corner wearing black chinchilla shitWe organized, disciplined plus we militant
(Bridge - Yayo Screwed & Chopped)
Through the windowInto a mans soul...Fill you with holesListen homes.... im the man for the job...we aint playing(50 Cent ) : Yayo!
( Tony Yayo) - Come on!
[Tony Yayo]Im in the coupe or phantom and the body kittedWaves in my hair looking like Tsunami hit itNiggas scheme.. the infared beam on the macI put green on your head like a Oakland A's HatMy boy was a douljah, now hes a soldierMy little son Dula, Lettin off the RugerIn the whip mashed up looking for his enemiesRiding and gased up off double d batteriesTonights casualties is hooked to them Iv's(50 Give me the word)Thats when I Squeeze (Ya!)Clik Clack take thatFall BackIts a contract 50 grandIm 50's Man
Ya!This is the general speaking (yaaa..)When I say move(ha.ha.hahahaa)Nigga you better move (wooooh!)Soldier (haha)I dont want nobody talking to none of my niggasCome around with here with that bullshitTrying to feed niggas bad infomation and shit..Thats how my toys malfunction