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点击复制Album by: The Massacre
Artist by: 50 Cent
If he＇s a casualty in war, trust me I got more
Until ya life is over, F**kin wit my Toy Soldier
I say it＇s on, then it＇s on
You don't wanna play wit my Toy Soldier
I tell him pop that gat, he gon＇ pop that gat
That＇s my mu＇f**kin toy Soldier
I＇m the reason why he move like that
I put that battery in his back
Get up nice and close (yeah!)
Man, these *s are p**sy, you heard me?
Do it exactly the way i say do it
You ready? OK let me wind you up
Every word out my mouth is felt
You ain＇t bout it I don＇t want ya around, cocksucker
Shoot, Stab, Kill muf**ka
Hold me down
Quick to make examples outta *s fa sho man
See me in the back of the Phantom Rollin
Mad as a mothaf**ka that I＇m holdin
You could see the envy in they eyes fa sho mayne
I＇m like I＇m in a track meet, swift wit the mack , B
They know ＇bout my rap sh*t, they know bout how i clap people
Thats why the D＇s in the precinct know me
Everytime I come around they call the police on me
I don＇t trust em when they smile or when they frown, cause they foney
Half the *s hatin on me used to be homies
Pop that ni**a, ＂I don't care if you know me.
Here＇s what to do if you see him approach me,
They ain＇t wit us, they against us, We supposed to touch em
I ain＇t got no conscience, them whores are nothin＇
Catch a ni**a slippin, run up on him and buck him
This is so close, now follow instructions
That who I pop, the hollows so hot, yo a** will melt
You don＇t want it wit my Toy Soldier
Barber razor in the club, stunt n I＇ll give you a ?? stich,
Gored, ya head all taped up
*s know how i get down, see they know when i＇m around
Haha, my soldiers around in this,
Some sh*t go down, and a ni**a get laid down
Its no surprise cause *s 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 *s swing through my hood, we on that gorilla sh*t
You clap off and miss, we come back and start killin sh*t
Catch us on the corner wearin black chinchilla sh*t
We organize discipline, plus we militant
I＇m in that coupe phantom, and the bodies kitted
Waves in my head, lookin like tsunamis hit it
*s 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