50 Cent — Shooting Guns

[Pre-Chorus] Got my guns and magazines And a red one from a beam Nothing is quite as it seems Fuck with me and you will see [Chorus] Shoot your gun I'll make you a believer Now you better pray for something more [Verse 1: 50 Cent] I go to war to 'til 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 bitch, I got the extended clip right on me And my diamonds on my neck, I dare a nigga to scheme on it The Ruger on deck, it's hard to miss with the beam on it I'll give your ass a permanent nap, sing you a lullabye I got money to run, so fuck a alibi [Chorus] Shoot your gun I'll make you a believer Now you better pray for something more [Verse 2: 50 Cent] Yeah, I believe you when you say you tough, nigga All that means is you fucked, nigga I get the drop I'm on it Morning, noon or night, I spot ya, I got ya Wake up cuffed to your bed, cops asking, "who shot ya?" As the world turns, we live and we learn The hollow tips burn 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 know who you fucking with Come through, dump more than a clip Niggas be on some stupid shit 'Till they get hit, ain't that a bitch? [Verse 3: Kidd Kidd] K-I double, shotgun 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, muthafuck a scuffle Kidd Kidd, will you ever change? Fuck no, Pimp zone, Rida gang, you already fuckin' know [Pre-Chorus] Got my guns and magazines And a red one from a beam Nothing is quite as it seems Fuck with me and you will see [Chorus] Shoot your gun now make you a believer Now you better pray for something more [Verse 4: Kidd Kidd] Man these niggas so fake, I call 'em knock-offs Like Pringles I pop the top off You ain't hot, dawg, you the fucking Micky Mouse song I'm on fire like Louisiana hot sauce Brand new J's cost a buck fifty nigga You scuff these I’ll scar your face, buck fifty, nigga Been fucking with them pigs, you a guinea, nigga And you always begging, you's a ''give me'' nigga I wear my gun like its trendy, nigga You pussy and ain't shit, kitty litter Uh, see where all that bitching get ya Right in front of this pistol, huh [Pre-Chorus] Got my guns and magazines And a red one from a beam Nothing is quite as it seems Fuck with me and you will see [Chorus] Shoot your gun now make you a believer Now you better pray for something more