A música se chama Like Toy Soldiers
Step by step, heart to heart, left right left
We all fall down
CHORUS
Step by step, heart to heart, left right left
We all fall to down, like toy soldiers
Bit by bit, torn apart, we never win
But the battle wages on, for toy soldiers
I'm suppose to be the soldier who never blows has
composure
Even though I hold the weight of the whole world on my
shoulders
I ain't never suppose to show it, my crew ain't
suppose to know it
But if it means going toe to toe with the Benzino, it
don't matter
I'd never drag 'em in battles that I can handle 'less
I absolutely have to
I'm suppose to set an example, I need to be the
leader
My crew looks for me to guide 'em
If some shit ever just pop off I'm suppose to be
beside 'em
Now Ja said I tried to squash it, it was too late to
stop it
There's a certain line you just don't cross and he
crossed it
I heard him say Hailie's name on a song and I just
lost it
It was crazy, this shit be way beyond some Jay-Z and
Nas shit
And even though the battle was won, I feel like we
lost it
I spent too much energy on it, honestly I'm exhausted
And I'm so caught in it I almost feel I'm the one who
caused it
This ain't what I'm in hip hop for, it's not why I got
in it
That was never my object for someone to get killed
Why would I wanna destroy something I help build
It wasn't my intentions, my intentions were good
I went through my whole career without ever mentionin'
[Suge]
Now it's just out of respect, for not runnin' my
mouth
And talkin' about something that I knew nothing about
Plus Dre told me stay out, this just wasn't my beef
So I did, I just fell back, watched and gritted my
teeth
While he's all over TV, down talkin' a man who
literally saved my life
Like "**** it I understand" this is business
And this shit just isn't none of my business
But still knowin' this shit could pop off at any
minute 'cause...
Chorus
Step by step, heart to heart, left right left
We all fall down, like toy soldiers
Bit by bit, torn apart, we never win
But the battle wages on, for toy soldiers
There used to be a time when, you could just say a
rhyme
And wouldn't have to worry about one of your people
dyin'
But now it's elevated 'cause once you put someone's
kids in it
The shit gets escalated, it ain't just words no more
is it?
It's a different ball game, callin' names and you
ain't just rappin'
We actually tried to stop the 50 and Ja beef from
happenin'
Me and Dre had sat with him, kicked it and had a chat
with him
And asked him not to start it he wasn't gonna go after
him
Until Ja started yappin' in magazines how we stabbed
him
**** it 50 smash 'em, mash 'em and let him have it
Meanwhile my attention is pullin' in other directions
Some receptionist at The Source who answers phones at
his desk
has an erection for me and thinks that I'll be his
resurrection
Tries to blow the dust off his mic and make a new
record
But now he's fucked the game up 'cause one of the ways
I came up
Was through that publication the same one that made me
famous
Now the owner of it has got a grudge against me for
nothin'
Well **** it, that motherfucker could get it too, ****
him then
But I'm so busy being pissed off I don't stop to
think
That we just inherited 50's beef with Murder Inc.
And he's inherited mine which is fine ain't like
either of us mind
We still have soldiers that's on the front line
That's willing to die for us, as soon as we give the
orders
Never to extort us, strictly to show they support us
We'll maybe shout 'em out in a rap or up in a chorus
To show them we love 'em back and let 'em know how
important it is
to have Runyon Avenue soldiers up in our corners
Their loyalty to us is worth more than any award is
But I ain't tryna have none of my people hurt and
murdered, it ain't worth it
I can't think of a perfecter way to word it
Then to just say that I love y'all too much to see the
verdict
I'll walk away from it all 'fore I let it go any
further
But don't get it twisted, it's not a plea that I'm
coppin'
I'm just willin' to be the bigger man
If y'all can quit poppin' off at your jaws with the
knockin'
'cause frankly I'm sick of talkin'
I'm not gonna let someone else's coffin rest on my
conscience 'cause...
Chorus
Step by step, heart to heart, left right left
We all fall down, like toy soldiers
Bit by bit, torn apart, we never win
But the battle wages on, for toy soldiers
2007-01-08 20:08:45
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answer #2
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answered by Jorge Militia Thrash 5
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