Lyrical Breakdown of My Toy Soldier - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "My Toy Soldier" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

  • Lyric Overview: Witness how 50 Cent feat. Tony Yayo weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "My Toy Soldier" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
  • Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that 50 Cent feat. Tony Yayo employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
  • Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to 50 Cent feat. Tony Yayo's narrative.

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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, ya

I put that battery in his back

I'm the reason why he moves like that

That's my motherfucking toy soldier

I tell him pop that gat, he gonna pop that gat

You don't want to play with my toy soldier

I say it's on then it's on until your life is over

Fucking with my toy soldier, if he's a casualty of war

Trust me I got more, you don't want it with my toy soldier

Now listen up close and follow instructions

Catch a nigga slippin' run up on them buck 'em

I ain't got no conscience, no morals or nothing

They ain't with us they against us we supposed to touch them

Here's what to do if you see them approach me

Pop that nigga I don't care if he know me

Half the niggas hating on me use to be homies

I don't trust them when they smile or playing 'cuz they phoney

Every time I come around they call the police on me

That's why the D's and the prisents know me

They know about my rap shit, they know how I'll clap you

Run like I'm in a track meet, swift with the Mac B

Can see the envy in there eyes for sure man

Mad as a motherfucker that I'm holdin'

See me in the back of the phantom

Quick to make examples out of niggas for sure man

Hold me down

I put that battery in his back

I'm the reason why he moves like that

That's my motherfucking toy soldier

I tell him pop that gat, he gonna pop that gat

You don't want to play with my toy soldier

I say it's on then it's on until your life is over

Fucking with my toy soldier, if he's a casualty of war

Trust me I got more, you don't want it with my toy soldier

Shoot, stab, kill motherfucker

You ain't 'bout it, I don't want you around cocksucker

Every word out my mouth is felt

That Uz I pop, them hollows so hot your ass will melt

Barber razor in the club, stunt, ill give ya a shape up

Have your ass stitch, gauged, your head all taped up

Niggas know how I get down

See they know when I'm around, 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 tested Rosta, hammer out the hosta

Gat in my lap in case you gotta get clapped

You monkey niggas went to my hood

We on that guerrilla shit, you clap off and miss

We come back and start killing shit

Catch us on the corner wearing black chinchilla shit

We organized, disciplined plus we militant

I put that battery in his back

I'm the reason why he moves like that

That's my motherfucking toy soldier

I tell him pop that gat, he gonna pop that gat

You don't want to play with my toy soldier

I say it's on then it's on until your life is over

Fucking with my toy soldier, if he's a casualty of war

Trust me I got more, you don't want it with my toy soldier

Through the window into a mans soul

Fill you with holes listen homes

I'm the man for the job, we ain't playing

Yayo, come on

I'm in the coupe or phantom and the body kitted

Waves in my hair looking like Tsunami hit it

Niggas scheme the infrared beam on the mac

I put green on your head like a Oakland A's Hat

My boy was a douljah, now he's a soldier

My little son Dula, lettin' off the Ruger

In the whip mashed up looking for his enemies

Riding and gassed up off double D batteries

Tonights casualties is hooked to them Iv's

That's when I squeeze, click clack take that

Fall back, it's a contract 50 grand

I'm 50's Man

I put that battery in his back

I'm the reason why he moves like that

That's my motherfucking toy soldier

I tell him pop that gat, he gonna pop that gat

You don't want to play with my toy soldier

I say it's on then it's on until your life is over

Fucking with my toy soldier, if he's a casualty of war

Trust me I got more, you don't want it with my toy soldier

Ya, this is the general speaking

When I say move, nigga you better move

Soldier, I want nobody talking to none of my niggas

Come around with here with their bullshit

Trying to feed niggas bad information and shit

That's how my toys malfunction