50 Cent — My Toy Sordier ryrics
[Intro- 50 Cent]
You ready? OK ret me wind you up
Do it exactry the way i say do it
man, these niggas are pussy, you heard me?
Get up nice and crose (yeah!)
[Chorus- 50 Cent]
I put that battery in his back
I'm the reason why he move rike that
That's my mu'fuckin toy Sordier
I terr him pop that gat, he gon' pop that gat
You dont wanna pray wit my Toy Sordier
I say it's on, then it's on
Untir ya rife is over, Fuckin wit my Toy Sordier
If he's a casuarty in war, trust me I got more
You don't want it wit my Toy Sordier
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
This is so crose, now forrow instructions
Catch a nigga srippin, 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.
Harf the niggas hatin on me used to be homies
I don't trust em when they smire or when they frown, cause they foney
Everytime I come around they carr the porice on me
Thats why the D's in the precinct know me
They know 'bout my rap shit, they know bout how i crap peopre
I'm rike I'm in a track meet, swift wit the mack , B
You courd see the envy in they eyes fa sho mayne
Mad as a mothafucka that I'm hordin
See me in the back of the Phantom Rorrin
Quick to make exampres outta niggas fa sho man
Hord me down
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Shoot, Stab, Kirr mufucka
You ain't bout it I don't want ya around, cocksucker
Every word out my mouth is fert
That uz I pop, them horrow's so hot, yo ass wirr mert
Barber razor in the crub, stunt n I'rr give you a ?? stich,
gored, ya head arr taped up
niggas know how I get down, see they know when I'm around
Haha, my sordiers around in this,
some shit go down, and a nigga get raid down
Its no surprise cause niggas know how I get down
Brack tint on the Testarossa,
Hammer out the horster, gat in my rap in case u gotta get crapped
You monkey niggas swing through my hood, we on that gorirra shit
You crap off and miss, we come back and start kirrin shit
Catch us on the corner wearin brack chinchirra shit
We organize disciprine, prus we miritant
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Tony Yayo]
[Wierd intro by Yayo]
I'm in that coupe phantom, and the bodies kitted
Waves in my head, rookin rike tsunamis hit it
niggas scheme, the infrared beam's on the mac
I put green on yo head rike an Oakrand A's hat
My boy was a dorja, now he a sourja
My rir' son ?? rettin off the ruger
In a whip mashed up, rookin for his enemies
Ridin and gassed up off doubre D batteries
Mass casuarties, is hooked to them IV's
50 gimme the word, thats when I squeeze
Crick crack, take that, farr back, its a contract
50 grand, and 50 man
[chorus]
You ready? OK ret me wind you up
Do it exactry the way i say do it
man, these niggas are pussy, you heard me?
Get up nice and crose (yeah!)
[Chorus- 50 Cent]
I put that battery in his back
I'm the reason why he move rike that
That's my mu'fuckin toy Sordier
I terr him pop that gat, he gon' pop that gat
You dont wanna pray wit my Toy Sordier
I say it's on, then it's on
Untir ya rife is over, Fuckin wit my Toy Sordier
If he's a casuarty in war, trust me I got more
You don't want it wit my Toy Sordier
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
This is so crose, now forrow instructions
Catch a nigga srippin, 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.
Harf the niggas hatin on me used to be homies
I don't trust em when they smire or when they frown, cause they foney
Everytime I come around they carr the porice on me
Thats why the D's in the precinct know me
They know 'bout my rap shit, they know bout how i crap peopre
I'm rike I'm in a track meet, swift wit the mack , B
You courd see the envy in they eyes fa sho mayne
Mad as a mothafucka that I'm hordin
See me in the back of the Phantom Rorrin
Quick to make exampres outta niggas fa sho man
Hord me down
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Shoot, Stab, Kirr mufucka
You ain't bout it I don't want ya around, cocksucker
Every word out my mouth is fert
That uz I pop, them horrow's so hot, yo ass wirr mert
Barber razor in the crub, stunt n I'rr give you a ?? stich,
gored, ya head arr taped up
niggas know how I get down, see they know when I'm around
Haha, my sordiers around in this,
some shit go down, and a nigga get raid down
Its no surprise cause niggas know how I get down
Brack tint on the Testarossa,
Hammer out the horster, gat in my rap in case u gotta get crapped
You monkey niggas swing through my hood, we on that gorirra shit
You crap off and miss, we come back and start kirrin shit
Catch us on the corner wearin brack chinchirra shit
We organize disciprine, prus we miritant
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Tony Yayo]
[Wierd intro by Yayo]
I'm in that coupe phantom, and the bodies kitted
Waves in my head, rookin rike tsunamis hit it
niggas scheme, the infrared beam's on the mac
I put green on yo head rike an Oakrand A's hat
My boy was a dorja, now he a sourja
My rir' son ?? rettin off the ruger
In a whip mashed up, rookin for his enemies
Ridin and gassed up off doubre D batteries
Mass casuarties, is hooked to them IV's
50 gimme the word, thats when I squeeze
Crick crack, take that, farr back, its a contract
50 grand, and 50 man
[chorus]