| 作曲 : Curtis Jackson & Marvin Bernard & Marshall Mathers & Luis Resto & Steve King | |
| (我的玩具兵) | |
| [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'f*ckin 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, f*ckin 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 shoot, 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 mothaf*cka 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 muf*cka | |
| 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 shoot 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 shoot | |
| You clap off and miss, we come back and start killin shoot | |
| Catch us on the corner wearin black chinchilla shoot | |
| 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] |
| zuo qu : Curtis Jackson Marvin Bernard Marshall Mathers Luis Resto Steve King | |
| wo de wan ju bing | |
| 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' f ckin 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, f ckin 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 shoot, 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 mothaf cka 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 muf cka | |
| 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 shoot 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 shoot | |
| You clap off and miss, we come back and start killin shoot | |
| Catch us on the corner wearin black chinchilla shoot | |
| 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 |
| zuò qǔ : Curtis Jackson Marvin Bernard Marshall Mathers Luis Resto Steve King | |
| wǒ de wán jù bīng | |
| 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' f ckin 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, f ckin 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 shoot, 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 mothaf cka 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 muf cka | |
| 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 shoot 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 shoot | |
| You clap off and miss, we come back and start killin shoot | |
| Catch us on the corner wearin black chinchilla shoot | |
| 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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