You Ready? Ok 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 Ya!! (Chours) I put that battery in his back Im the reason why he moves like that Thats my motherfuckin' toy soldier I tell him pop that gat He gonna pop that gat You dont want to play with my toy soldier I say its on then its on until your life is over Fuckin' with my toy soldier If hes a casualty of war Trust me I got more You dont want it with my Toy Soldier [50 Cent] Now listen up close and follow instructions Catch a nigga slippin run up on them buck `em I aint got no conscience, no morals or nothing They aint with us they against us we suppost to touch them Heres what to do if you see them approach me Pop that nigga I dont 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 Everytime I come around they call the police on me Thats why the D's in the precincts know me They know about my rap shit, they know how I'll clap you Run like im in a track meet, swift with the mac B Can 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... (Chours) [50 Cent] Shoot, stab, kill muthafucka You aint bout it, I dont want you around cocksucka Every word out my mouth is felt That Uz I pop, dem hollows so hot your ass will melt Barber razor in the club, stunt, ill give ya a shape up Have your ass stitch, gauzed, your head all taped up Niggas know how I get down See they know when im around (ha ha) My soldiers around And if some shit goes down And a nigga get laid down Its no suprise cause niggas know how we get down Black tints on the tested Rosta Hammer out the hosta Gat in my lap incase you gotta get clapped You monkey niggas went to my hood We on that guerilla shit You clap off and miss We come back and start killing shit Catch us on the corner wearing black chinchilla shit We organized, disciplined plus we militant (Chours) (Bridge - Yayo Screwed & Chopped) Through the window Into a mans soul ... Fill you with holes Listen 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 kitted Waves in my hair looking like Tsunami hit it Niggas scheme.. the infared beam on the mac I put green on your head like a Oakland A's Hat My boy was a douljah, now hes a soldier My little son Dula, Lettin off the Ruger In the whip mashed up looking for his enemies Riding and gased up off double d batteries Tonights casualties is hooked to them Iv's (50 Give me the word) Thats when I Squeeze (Ya!) Clik Clack take that Fall Back Its a contract 50 grand Im 50's Man (Chours) 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 niggas Come around with here with that bullshit Trying to feed niggas bad infomation and shit.. Thats how my toys malfunction