50 CentShootin' Guns

[Hook 1] Got my guns and magazines Ending up in front of me Nothing is quite as it seems F-ck with me and you will see [Hook 2] Shoot your gun now make you a believer Now you better pray for somethin' more [1st verse: 50 cent] I go to war to my house Stop niggas ain't listening Get the thumping and the dumping at your newborn's christening Tell your homie tell his homies He gon' need more homies Ain't this a b! tch I got an extended clip right on me And my diamonds on my neck A dead nigga did scheme on it The ruger on deck, it's hard to miss with that thing on it I'll give your ass a permanent nap sing you a lullaby I got money to run, so f-ck an alibi [Hook 2] Shoot your gun now make you a believer Now you better pray for somethin' more [2nd verse: 50 cent] Yeah, I believe you when you say you tough nigga All that means is you f-ck nigga I get the drop I'm on it Morning or night, I spot-cha I gotcha Wake up cuffed to your bed your bed cops asking 'who shot-cha' As the world turns, ? will be learned The? burns and I ain't concerned if I ain't hit And I ain't here, so a nigga doesn't really give a shit You know who you f-cking with Come through dumber than a clip Niggas be on the same stupid shit Till they get hit, ain't that a bitch? [3rd verse: kidd kidd] K-i double, shot gun barrel double I always run a couple and I move 'em on a double Racks in the duffel Mac with the muzzle Makin' circles in you, all black like a tunnel I only know how to hustle Can't stay outta trouble I got a big gun, muthaf-ckers scuffle Kidd kidd, will you ever change? F-ck no, pimps don't ride a game you already f-cking know [Hook 1] Got my guns and magazines Ending up in front of me Nothing is quite as it seems F-ck with me and you will see [Hook 2] Shoot your gun now make you a believer Now you better pray for something more [4th verse: kidd kidd] Man these niggas so fake, I call 'em knock off Light pringles high pop the top off You ain't hot dog You the f-cking micky mouse (aw) I'm on fire like louisiana hot sauce Brand new j's cost a buck fifty nickle ? Been f-cking with the pigs, you a guinea nigga Plus you always baked, you's a? nigga I wear my gun like it's trendy nigga You p-ssies ain't shit, get it little Uh, see where all that bitching getcha Right in front of this pistol [Hook 1] Got my guns and magazines Ending up in front of me Nothing is quite as it seems F-ck with me and you will see [Hook 2] Shoot your gun now make you a believer Now you better pray for something more
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