Discover the poetic beauty in ‘My Toy Soldiers’ by 50 Cent. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 50 Cent or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
You ready? Okay 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
I put that battery in his back
I’m the reason why he move like that
That’s my muh’fuckin 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
Fuckin’ with my toy soldier
If he’s a casualty of war, trust me I got more
You don’t want it with my toy soldiers
Listen up close now, follow instructions
Catch a nigga slippin’, run up on him and buck him
I ain’t got no conscience no morals or 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 don’t care if he 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 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 with the MAC, B
You can see the envy in they eyes fo’ sho’ mayn
Mad as a motherfucker that I’m holdin’
See me in the back of the Phantom, rollin’
Quick to make examples out of niggas fo’ sho’ man, hold me down
I put that battery in his back
I’m the reason why he move like that
That’s my muh’fuckin 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
Fuckin’ with my toy soldier
If he’s a casualty of war, trust me I got more
You don’t want it with my toy soldiers
Shoot, stab, kill muh’fucker
If you ain’t ’bout it I don’t want you around, cocksucker
Every word out my mouth is felt; that oo-wop pop
Them hollows so hot, yo’ ass’ll melt
Barber razor in the club, stunt, I’ll give you a shape up
Have your ass stitched, gored, your head all taped up
Niggas know how I get down, see they know when I’m around
Ha ha, my soldiers around
And if some shit goes down, and a nigga get laid down
It’s no surprise ’cause niggas 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 monkey niggas swing through my hood, we on that Gorilla shit
You clap off and miss, we come back, start killin’ shit
Catch us on the corner wearin black chinchilla shit
We organized, disciplined, plus we militant
I put that battery in his back
I’m the reason why he move like that
That’s my muh’fuckin 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
Fuckin’ with my toy soldier
If he’s a casualty of war, trust me I got more
You don’t want it with my toy soldiers
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!)
I’m in that two-door Phantom and the body’s kitted
Waves in my head lookin like tsunami hit it
Niggas scheme, but the infrared beam’s on the MAC
I’ll put green on yo’ head like an Oakland A’s hat
One boy was a doja, now he a soldier
My little son Dula lettin’ off the Ruger
In a whip masked up, lookin’ for his enemies
Riled and gassed up, off double D batteries
His last 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
I put that battery in his back
I’m the reason why he move like that
That’s my muh’fuckin 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
Fuckin’ with my toy soldier
If he’s a casualty of war, trust me I got more
You don’t want it with my toy soldiers
Yeah! This is the general speakin’ (yeah)
When I say move (ha ha ha) nigga you better move
Soldier, ha ha
I don’t want nobody talkin’ to none of my niggas
Come around here with that bullshit
Tryin’ to feed niggas bad information and shit
That’s how my toys malfunction