Like Toy Soldiers — Verse 2

Scored May 17, 2026

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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 ballgame, you 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 he stabbed him

Fuck it, 50, smash him, mash on him, let him have it

Meanwhile, my attention's pulled in another direction

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, fuck it, that motherfucker could get it too, fuck him then

But I'm so busy bein' pissed off, I don't stop to think

That we've 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

Who's willin' to die for us as soon as we give the orders

Never to extort us, strictly to show they support us

And maybe shout 'em out in a rap or up in a chorus

To show 'em 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 or murdered

It ain't worth it, I can't think of a perfecter way to word it

Than 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 the jaws, well, then I can, 'cause frankly I'm sick of talkin'

I'm not gonna let someone else's coffin rest on my conscience, 'cause

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