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Les paroles de My Toy Soldier:
| | | Artiste: | 50 Cent |
| | Album: | The Massacre (2005) | | Titre: | My Toy Soldier | | | | Date d'ajout: | 24/02/2008 | | Vues: | 497 fois | | | | Paroles: | [Intro- 50 Cent]
You ready? OK let me wind you up
Do it exactly the way i say do it
man, these
niggas are pussy, you heard me?
Get up nice and close (yeah!)
[Chorus- 50 Cent]
I put that
battery in his back
I'm the reason why he move like that
That's my mu'fuckin toy Soldier
I tell
him pop that gat, he gon' pop that gat
You dont wanna play wit my Toy Soldier
I say it's on, then
it's on
Until ya life is over, Fuckin wit my Toy Soldier
If he's a casualty in war, trust me I got
more
You don't want it wit my Toy Soldier
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
This is so close, now follow
instructions
Catch a nigga slippin, run up on him and buck him
I ain't got no conscience, them
whores are nothin'
They ain't wit us, they against us, We supposed to touch em
Here's what to do
if you see him approach me,
Pop that nigga, "I dont care if you know me.
Half the niggas hatin on
me used to be homies
I don't trust em when they smile or when they frown, cause they
foney
Everytime I come around they call the police on me
Thats why the D's in the precinct know
me
They know 'bout my rap shit, they know bout how i clap people
I'm like I'm in a track meet,
swift wit the mack , B
You could see the envy in they eyes fa sho mayne
Mad as a mothafucka that
I'm holdin
See me in the back of the Phantom Rollin
Quick to make examples outta niggas fa sho
man
Hold me down
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Shoot, Stab, Kill mufucka
You ain't bout it
I don't want ya around, cocksucker
Every word out my mouth is felt
That ?? I pop, the hollows so
hot, yo ass will melt
Barber razor in the club, stunt n I'll give you a ?? stich,
gored, ya head
all taped up
niggas know how I get down, see they know when I'm around
Haha, my soldiers around in
this,
some shit go down, and a nigga get laid down
Its no surprise cause niggas know how I get
down
Black tint on the Testarossa,
Hammer out the holster, gat in my lap in case u gotta get
clapped
You monkey niggas swing through my hood, we on that gorilla shit
You clap off and miss, we
come back and start killin shit
Catch us on the corner wearin black chinchilla shit
We organize
discipline, plus we militant
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Tony Yayo]
[Wierd intro by Yayo]
I'm in
that coupe phantom, and the bodies kitted
Waves in my head, lookin like tsunamis hit it
niggas
scheme, the infrared beam's on the mac
I put green on yo head like an Oakland A's hat
My boy was a
dolja, now he a soulja
My lil' son ?? lettin off the ruger
In a whip mashed up, lookin for his
enemies
Ridin and gassed up off double D batteries
Mass casualties, is hooked to them IV's
50
gimme the word, thats when I squeeze
Click clack, take that, fall back, its a contract
50 grand,
and 50 man
[chorus] | | | |
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