50 Cent - Shooting Guns lyrics

[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 'til my heart stop n***as 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 i dare a n***a to scheme on it the ruger on deck, its hard to miss with that thing on it i'll give your a** a permanent nap sing you a lullaby i got money to run, so f-ck a 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 n***a all that means is you f-cked n***a i get the drop i'm on it morning noon or night, i spot-cha i gotcha wake up cuffed to your bed your bed cops asking 'who shot-cha' as the world turns, believe it'll be learned the hollow tips burns and i ain't concerned if i ain't hit and i ain't hit, so a n***a don't really give a sh** you don't know who you f-cking with come through dump more than a clip n***as be on some stupid sh** till they get hit, ain't that a b**h? [3rd verse : kidd kidd] k-i double, shot gun barrel double my homies front 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 n***as so fake, i call 'em knock off like pringles, i 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 nikka ya scuff these, i scar ya face, buck 50 n***a been f-cking with them pigs, you a guinea n***a and ya always bakin, you's a skinny n***a i wear my gun like its trendy n***a you p**y and ain't sh**, kitty litter uh, see where all that b**hing 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