50 Cent - Guns Come Out lyrics

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50 Cent - Guns Come Out lyrics

[Chours] Ya'll n***as know (wut wut ya'll n***as know what I'm about) Ya'll n***as know, find me at my do' when the guns come out [Verse 1] I do this all the time, stuck with a little shine Walk with a little nine, case I get in a bind They say I'm f**in' crazy, they think I'm out my mind Cause I'm down to bust a n***a head all the time Now you know the hoes, they know how I roll In that new Rolls with the suicide doors 22 inch chrome, a n***a money low You try to touch me, I put out ya get ya brains blown You go against the grain, p**y and you on ya own You right there in my song, welcome to the terridome The ice blowin' my chain, blood blow in my veins Blue still in the range, I'm doin' my thang The semi auto spray, run if you get away I'll find your whereabouts and clap at you another day n***a play with the bread, get a hole in ya head You touch a dime of mine thug and your a** dead [Chorus]2x Ya'll n***as know (wut wut ya'll n***as know what I'm about) Ya'll n***as know, find me at my do' when the guns come out [Verse 2] In the hood, hoopty, hate low, n***as don't know I'm around Hop out, hit 'em up, lay my murder game down You see me in ya projects, 187's in progress Hard n***as finna' soften up when that lead touch 'em You cut 'em once and keep fight, f** it just keep cuttin' em Its real k**a instinct, k** or be k**ed Trust me, you don't wanna feel how hollow tips feel f** around and get ya cap peeled n***a you know the drill, Brownsville Flat bush, ground heights, Brooklyn Zoo Feed the wolves, they eat the food And the hand that feed em too n***a welcome to the jungle, New York New York Gangstas use sign language and let their guns talk I'm cool with some bloods, I'm cool with some crippes I'm cool but if there's a problem, n***a I got extra clips I don't know karate, but I split the bricks I don't love 'em loverboy, we the sh** b**h [Chorus]2x Ya'll n***as know (wut wut ya'll n***as know what I'm about) Ya'll n***as know, find me at my do' when the guns come out [Verse 3] I'll come through and touch ya, walk out then cut ya In case your dumba** wanna tussle AR-15, co-exist to make the shell case muffle Scope, infrared run you're still dead Hit your calf, hit your a**, hit ya back, then your head Contract k**a, murder for the scrilla Search, find a n***a, run up behind a n***a Shoot car windows out to flatline a n***a Gun pop, heart stop, homie this is heavy You on your way to meet your maker, n***a are you ready No exception to the rule, d**h is promised Plus I just bought my n***as new macs and llamas Got respect for human life but will accomadate you. One phone call and n***as will exterminate you No future f**in' with me, there's no tomorrow n***as'll run up on you tonight and hit ya the hardest [Chorus]2x Ya'll n***as know (wut wut ya'll n***as know what I'm about) Ya'll n***as know, find me at my do' when the guns come out