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50 cent - shooting guns lyrics

[hook]
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

[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-ggas 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 the extended clip right on me
and my diamonds on my neck, i dare a n-gga to scheme on it
the ruger on deck, it’s hard to miss with the beam on it
i’ll give your -ss a permanent nap– sing you a lullabye
i got money to run, so f-ck 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-gga
all that means is you f-cked n-gga
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-gga don’t really give a sh-t
you know who you f-cking with
come through dump more than a clip
n-ggas be on some stupid sh-t
till they get hit, ain’t that a b-tch?

[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, m-th–f-ckers scuffle
kidd kidd, will you ever change?
f-ck no! pimp zone, rida gang, you already f-ckin’ know

[hook]
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

[bridge]
shoot your gun now make you a believer
now you better pray for something more

[verse 4 – kidd kidd]
man these n-ggas so fake, i call ’em knock off
light pringles high 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 n-ggu
you scuff these i’ll scar your face, buck fifty, n-gga
been f-cking with them pigs, you a guinea n-ggu
and you always begging, you’s a ”give me” n-gga
i wear my gun like its trendy n-ggu
you p-ssies ain’t sh-t, kitty litter
uh, see where all that b-tching 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-ck with me and you will see

[bridge]
shoot your gun now make you a believer
now you better pray for something more

- 50 cent lyrics

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