[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