Shooting Guns

[Hook] Got my guns and magazines Ending up in front of me Nothing is quite as it seems Fuck 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 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 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 nigga All that means is you fucked nigga 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 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, 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, mutha-fuckers scuffle Kidd Kidd, will you ever change? FUCK NO! Pimp zone, Rida gang, you already fuckin' know [Hook] Got my guns and magazines Ending up in front of me Nothing is quite as it seems Fuck 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 niggas so fake, I call 'em knock off Light pringles high pop the top off You ain't hot dog You the fucking Micky Mouse (aw) I'm on fire like Louisiana hot sauce Brand new J's cost a buck fifty niggu You scuff these I’ll scar your face, buck fifty, nigga Been fucking with them pigs, you a guinea niggu And you always begging, you's a ''give me'' nigga I wear my gun like its trendy niggu You pussies ain't shit, kitty litter Uh, see where all that bitching 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 Fuck with me and you will see [Bridge] Shoot your gun now make you a believer Now you better pray for something more