50 Cent - Shooting Guns Lyrics
[Hook 1]Got my guns and magazinesEnding up in front of meNothing is quite as it seemsF-ck with me and you will see[Hook 2]Shoot your gun now make you a believerNow you better pray for somethin’ more[1st Verse : 50 Cent]I go to war to my houseStop niggas ain’t listeningGet the thumping and the dumping at your newborn’s christeningTell your homie tell his homiesHe gon’ need more homiesAin’t this a b!tch I got an extended clip right on meAnd my diamonds on my neckA dead nigga did scheme on itThe ruger on deck, its hard to miss with that thing on itI’ll give your ass a permanent nap sing you a lullabyI got money to run, so f-ck an alibi[Hook 2]Shoot your gun now make you a believerNow you better pray for somethin’ more[2nd Verse : 50 Cent]Yeah, I believe you when you say you tough niggaAll that means is you f-ck niggaI get the drop I’m on itMorning or night, I spot-cha I gotchaWake up cuffed to your bed your bed cops asking ‘who shot-cha’As the world turns, ?? will be learnedThe ?? burns and I ain’t concerned if I ain’t hitAnd I ain’t here, so a nigga doesn’t really give a shitYou know who you f-cking withCome through dumber than a clipNiggas be on the same stupid shitTill they get hit, ain’t that a *****?[3rd Verse : Kidd Kidd]K-I double, shot gun barrel doubleI always run a couple and I move ‘em on a doubleRacks in the duffelMac with the muzzleMakin’ circles in you, all black like a tunnelI only know how to hustleCan’t stay outta troubleI got a big gun, muthaf-ckers scuffleKidd 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 magazinesEnding up in front of meNothing is quite as it seemsF-ck with me and you will see[Hook 2]Shoot your gun now make you a believerNow you better pray for something more[4th Verse : Kidd Kidd]Man these niggas so fake, I call ‘em knock offLight pringles high pop the top offYou ain’t hot dogYou the f-cking Micky Mouse (aw)I’m on fire like Louisiana hot sauceBrand new J’s cost a buck fifty nickle???Been f-cking with the pigs, you a guinea niggaPlus you always baked, you’s a ?? niggaI wear my gun like its trendy niggaYou p-ssies ain’t shit, get it littleUh, see where all that *****ing getchaRight in front of this pistol[Hook 1]Got my guns and magazinesEnding up in front of meNothing is quite as it seemsF-ck with me and you will see[Hook 2]Shoot your gun now make you a believerNow you better pray for something more
