Shooting Guns Lyrics - 50 Cent

[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 

niggas 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 nigga to scheme on it 

the ruger on deck, its hard to miss with that thing on it 

i'll give your ass a permanent nap sing you a lullaby 

i got money to run, so f-ck a alibi 

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[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 nigga 

all that means is you f-cked nigga 

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 nigga don't really give a shit 

you don't know who you f-cking with 

come through dump more than a clip 

niggas be on some stupid shit 

till they get hit, ain't that a bitch? 

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[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 niggas 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 nigga 

been f-cking with them pigs, you a guinea nigga 

and ya always bakin, you's a skinny nigga 

i wear my gun like its trendy nigga 

you pussy and ain't shit, kitty litter 

uh, see where all that bitching 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