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the game - toy soldiers (g unit diss) lyrics

put the whole west coast on my back, like a tat
got a black gat i call da brat, it go rat a tat tat
they said “he wanna be dre, wanna he nwa”
til i tossed up da game, like pac tossed lisaraye
i’m the chaos, k!lled ya army and went awol
only gun them n+ggas touch is a paintball
i’m no toy soldier, i just tote a cold toaster
leave christopher lloyd on a “cold corner”
how you the plk?
everything you got is in 50 name
buck ain’t even have 20 stacks to get his chain
banks boring ass sound like oscar the grouch
stay tuned because i’m airing out g unot!
u fear the beef, stick to tossing vegetables
ya whole crew of closet h0m+s+xuals
yaris said u used to parlay wit trannies
50 out here rocking lipstick and panties
n+gga say he get busier, like his bars grittier
cuddling in the bed with banks and olivia
whoo kid just drop the dj from ya name
mr instant replay, just let the beat play
weave webs of dough, around spider loc
my “mobb deep”, smoke u like a dime of dro
diamonds froze look like snowcones
n+gga get out 50 crib and get a home loan
i’m a platinum mack, clap platinum gats
i’m not a rapper
i’m a trapper wit platinum plaques
outro:

yeah n+gga…i k!lled g unit and revived the west coast at the same mothaf+cking time haha…g unit is over, as a brand, a label, as a crew…how you nighas gonna murk me…only thing u ever do is murder inc

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