(feat. Tony Yayo)

[50 Cent]

You ready? Okay let me wind you up
Do it exactly the way I said do it man
These ^!$$%z is #~!!@ you heard me?

Get up nice and close

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

I put that battery in his back, I'm the reason why he move like that
That's my muh'$#&@in toy soldier
I tell him pop that gat, he gon' pop that gat

You don't wanna play with my toy soldier
I say it's on then it's on until your life is over
$#&@in with my toy soldier

If youse a casualty of war, trust me I got more
You don't want it with my toy soldiers


[Verse One: 50 Cent]
This is up close now, follow instructions
Picture a ^!$$% slippin, run up on him and buck him

I ain't got no conscience no morals or nothin
When they stay against us we supposed to touch 'em
Here's what to do if you see him approach me

Pop that ^!$$%, I don't care if you know me
Half the ^!$$%z hatin on me used to be homies
I don't trust 'em when they smile or when they frown cause they phony

Everytime I come around they call the police on me
That's why the D's in the precinct know me
They know about my rap sheet, they know 'bout how I clap heat

Run like I'm in a track meet, swift what the mac be
You can see the envy in they eyes fo' sho' mayn
Mad as a mother$#&@er that I'm holdin

See me in the back of the Phantom, rollin
Quick to make examples out of ^!$$%z fo' sho' man, hold me down


[Chorus]

[Verse Two: 50 Cent]

Shoot, stab, kill muh'$#&@er
If you ain't 'bout it I don't want you around, @@#!sucker
Every word out my mouth is felt; that oo-wop pop

Them hollows so hot, yo' $$#'ll melt
Barber razor in the club, stunner get you an' %#@!
Right by your $$# stitch, gored, your head all taped up

^!$$%z know how I get down, see they know when I'm around
Ha ha, my soldiers around
And if some %#@! goes down - and a ^!$$% get laid down

It's no surprise cause ^!$$%z know how we get down
Black tints on the Testarossa, hammer out the holster
Gat in my lap in case you gotta get clapped

You phony ^!$$%z swing through my hood, we on that Gorilla %#@!
You clap off and miss, we come back, start killin %#@!
Catch us on the corner wearin black chinchilla %#@!

We organized, disciplined, plus we militant

[Chorus]


[Interlude]
Two windows to a man's soul

... fill you with holes
Listen homey.. I'm the man for the job
So if he ain't.. (Yayo, c'mon!)


[Verse Three: Tony Yayo]
I'm in that two-door Phantom and the body's kitted

Waves in my head lookin like tsunami hit it
^!$$%z scheme, the infrared beam's on the mac
I put green on yo' head like a Oakland A's hat

One boy was a doja, now he a soldier
My little son Dula lettin off the Ruger
In a whip mad stuck, lookin for his enemies

Ridin gassed up, off double D batteries
Now his casualties, is hooked to them IV's
(50 gimme the word) that's when I squeeze (yeah!)

Click-clack, take that, fall back
It's a contract, 50 grand, I'm 50 man

[Chorus]


[50 Cent]
Yeah! This is the general speakin (yeah)
When I say move (ha ha ha) ^!$$% you better move
Soldier, ha ha
I don't want nobody talkin to none of my ^!$$%z

Come around here with that bull%#@!
Tryin to feed ^!$$%z bad information and %#@!
That's how my toys malfunction