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[Hook] Got my guns and magazines And a red one from a beam Nothing is quite as it seems F*ck with me and you will see Shoot your gun now make you a believer Now you better pray for something more [Verse 1 - 50 Cent] I go to war till my heart stops, 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 an extended clip right on me And my diamonds on my neck, a dead n*gga did scheme on it The Ruger on deck, it's hard to miss with a beam on it I'll give your ass a permanent nap, sing you a lullaby I got money to run, so f*ck an alibi [Hook] 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*ck n*gga I get the drop, I'm on it Morning, noon or night, I spot ya I got ya Wake up cuffed to your bed your bed, cops asking "Who shot ya?" As the world turns, people will be learned That hollow tips burn and I ain't concerned if I ain't hit And I ain't here, so a n*gga doesn'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 front a couple and I move 'em on a double Racks in the duffel, Mac with the muzzle Make me circle you in 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] Got my guns and magazines And a red one from a beam Nothing is quite as it seems F*ck with me and you will see 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 offd Light pringles high pop the top off You ain't hot dog You the f*cking mickey mouse song I'm on fire like Louisiana hot sauce Brand new Jays cost a buck fifty n*gga You scuff these I scar your face buck fifty n*gga Been f*cking with them pigs, you a guinea n*gga Plus you always baked, you's a gimme n*gga I wear my gun like it's trendy n*gga You pussy and 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 And a red one from a beam Nothing is quite as it seems F*ck with me and you will see Shoot your gun now make you a believer Now you better pray for something more |