Shooting Guns Lyrics

[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
[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?
[3rd verse : kidd kidd]k-i double, shot gun barrel double [ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/shooting-guns-lyrics-50-cent.html ] 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