[Hook]
Got my guns and magazines
Ending up in front of me
Nothing is quite as it seems
f** with me and you will see
[Bridge]
Shoot your gun now make you a believer
Now you better pray for something more
[Verse 1 - 50 Cent]
I go to war to 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**h I got the extended clip right on me
And my diamonds on my neck
I dare a n***a to scheme on it
The ruger on deck, it's hard to miss with the beam on it
I'll give your a** a permanent nap-- sing you a lullabye
I got money to run, so f** an alibi
[Bridge]
Shoot your gun now make you a believer
Now you better pray for something more
[Verse 2 - 50 Cent]
Yeah, I believe you when you say you tough n***a
All that means is you f**ed n***a
I get the drop I'm on it
Morning or the night, I spot-cha I gotcha
Wake up cuffed to your bed, cops asking 'who shot-cha'
As the world turns, (?) will be learned
The hollow tips burnin and I ain't concerned if I ain't hit
Than I ain't hit, so a n***a don't really give a sh**
You know who you f**ing 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?
[Verse 3 - 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, mutha-f**ers scuffle
Kidd Kidd, will you ever change?
fu*k NO! Pimp zone, Rida gang, you already f**in' know
[Hook]
Got my guns and magazines
Ending up in front of me
Nothing is quite as it seems
f** with me and you will see
[Bridge]
Shoot your gun now make you a believer
Now you better pray for something more
[Verse 4 - Kidd Kidd]
Man these n***as so fake, I call 'em knock off
Light pringles high pop the top off
You ain't hot dog
You the f**ing Micky Mouse (aw)
I'm on fire like Louisiana hot sauce
Brand new J's cost a buck fifty n**u
You scuff these I'll scar your face, buck fifty, n***a
Been f**ing with them pigs, you a guinea n**u
And you always begging, you's a ''give me'' n***a
I wear my gun like its trendy n**u
You pussies ain't sh**, kitty litter
Uh, see where all that b**hing getcha
Right in front of this pistol
[Hook]
Got my guns and magazines
Ending up in front of me
Nothing is quite as it seems
f** with me and you will see
[Bridge]
Shoot your gun now make you a believer
Now you better pray for something more