[Intro] Step by step, heart to heart Left, right, left, we all fall down [Chorus: Martika] 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: Eminem] I'm supposed 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 s'posed to show it, my crew ain't supposed to know it Even if it means goin' toe-to-toe with a Benzino It don't matter, I'd never drag 'em in battles that I can handle 'Less I absolutely have to, I'm s'posed to set an example I need to be the leader, my crew looks for me to guide 'em If some shit ever does pop off, I'm s'posed to be beside 'em That Ja shit, 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, the 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 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 somethin' I helped build? That wasn't my intentions, my intentions were good I went through my whole career without ever mentionin' you And that was just out of respect, for not runnin' my mouth And talkin' about somethin' that I knew nothin' 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 fuck it, I understand This is business, and this shit just isn't none of my business But still knowin' the shit could pop off at any minute, 'cause [Chorus: Martika] 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: Eminem] 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, 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 you say! ha ha ha!
