My Toy Soldier Lyrics by 50 Cent

You ready? Okay let me wind you up
Do it exactly the way I said do it man
These n****s is p**** you heard me?
Get up nice and close, ya

I put that battery in his back
I'm the reason why he moves like that
That's my motherf***ing toy soldier
I tell him pop that gat, he gonna 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***ing with my toy soldier, if he's a casualty of war
Trust me I got more, you don't want it with my toy soldier

Now listen up close and follow instructions
Catch a n**** slippin' run up on them buck 'em
I ain't got no conscience, no morals or nothing
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 n**** I don't care if he know me
Half the n****s hating on me use to be homies
I don't trust them when they smile or playing 'cause 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***, they know how I'll clap you
Run like I'm in a track meet, swift with the Mac be

Can see the envy in there eyes for sure man
Mad as a motherf***er that I'm holdin'
See me in the back of the phantom
Quick to make examples out of n****s 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 motherf***ing toy soldier
I tell him pop that gat, he gonna 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***ing with my toy soldier, if he's a casualty of war
Trust me I got more, you don't want it with my toy soldier

Shoot, stab, kill motherf***er
You ain't 'bout it, I don't want you around c***sucker
Every word out my mouth is felt
That Uz I pop, them hollows so hot your a** will melt

Barber razor in the club, stunt, ill give ya a shape up
Have your a** stitch, gauged, your head all taped up
N****s know how I get down
See they know when I'm around, my soldiers around

And if some s*** goes down and a n**** get laid down
It's no surprise cause n****s know how we get down
Black tints on the tested Rosta, hammer out the hosta
Gat in my lap in case you gotta get clapped

You monkey n****s went to my hood
We on that guerrilla s***, you clap off and miss
We come back and start killing s***
Catch us on the corner wearing black chinchilla s***
We organized, disciplined plus we militant

I put that battery in his back
I'm the reason why he moves like that
That's my motherf***ing toy soldier
I tell him pop that gat, he gonna pop that gat

You don't want to play with my toy soldier
I say it's on then ...