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hier n paar foto“s van de gangsta“s van deze site voor de lady“s ;)
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hier de songtekst van eminem - like toy soldiers
chorus:
Step by step, heart to heart, left right left
We all fall down
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
Verse 1:
I’m suppose to be the soldier who never blows his 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
Even if it means going toe to toe with the Benzino, it don’t matter
I 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
That Ja shit, I tried
to squashed it, it was too late to stop it
There’s a certain line, you just don’t cross it, and he crossed
it
I heard him say Hailie’s name on a song and I just lost it
It was crazy, this shit went way beyond some Jay
Z and Nas shit
And even though the battle was won, I feel like we lost it
I spent so much energy on it, honestly I’m
exhausted
I’m so caught it I almost feel like 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
Now it’s never my object to for someone to get killed
Why would
I wanna destroy something I helped build
It wasn’t my intentions, my intentions were good
I went through my whole
career with out ever mentioning ____
And that’s just outta respect for not running my mouth
And talking about
something that I knew nothing about
Plus Dre told me stay out, just wasn’t my beef, So I did
I just fell back,
watched and gritted my teeth while he’s all over TV
Now I’m talking a man who literally saved my live, like
fuck it
I understand, this is business and this shit just isn’t none of my business
But still knowing this shit
could pop off at any minute
chorus:
Step by step, heart to heart, left right left
We all fall down
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
Verse 2:
It used to be time when you could just say a rhyme
And wouldn’t
have to worry about one of your people dying
But now it’s elevated cause once you put someone’s kids in it
Shit
gets escalated, it ain’t just words no more, is it
It’s a different ball game, call names and you ain’t
just rapping
We actually tried to stop the 50 and Ja beef from happening
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 start gabbing in magazines
how he stabbed him
Fuck it 50, smash him, mash him, and let him have it
Meanwhile my intentions pulley’d in other
directions
Some receptionist said 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 of his mic and make a new record
But now he’s fucked the game up cause
one of the ways I came was through that publication, the same one that made me famous
Now the owner of it got a grudge
against me for nothing but fuck it
That motha fucker can get it too, fuck ‘em 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
Still have soldiers that is 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
Maybe shout ‘em
out in a rap or up in chorus to show we love ‘em back
And to let ‘em know how important is to have Runyon Avenue
soldiers up in
our corners
Their loyalty to us is worth more then any award is
But I ain’t trying to have none
of me people hurt or 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 before I’ll let it go any
further
Now don’t get it twisted, it’s not a plea that I’m coping
I’m just willing to be the
bigger man
If y’all can quiet popping off at the jaws with the knocking
Cause frankly I’m sick of talking
I’m
not gonna let someone else’s coffin rest on my conscious
chorus:
Step by step, heart to heart, left right
left
We all fall down
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
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