Kidd Kidd - Shooting Guns lyrics

[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