50 Cent Feat. Kidd Kidd - Shooting Guns

50 Cent Feat. Kidd Kidd - Shooting Guns

[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 to my house

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

A dead nigga did 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 an alibi

[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-ck nigga

I get the drop I’m on it

Morning or night, I spot-cha I gotcha

Wake up cuffed to your bed your bed cops asking ‘who shot-cha’

As the world turns, ?? will be learned

The ?? burns and I ain’t concerned if I ain’t hit

And I ain’t here, so a nigga doesn’t really give a shit

You know who you f-cking with

Come through dumber than a clip

Niggas be on the same stupid shit

Till they get hit, ain’t that a bitch?

[3rd Verse : 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, 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

Light pringles high 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 nickle

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Been f-cking with the pigs, you a guinea nigga

Plus you always baked, you’s a ?? nigga

I wear my gun like its trendy nigga

You p-ssies ain’t shit, get it little

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