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