Shooting Guns lyrics

by

Kidd Kidd


[Pre-Chorus]
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

[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, 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 the extended clip right on me
And my diamonds on my neck, I dare a n*gga 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 f*ck 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, n*gga
All that means is you f*cked, 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, 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 n*gga don'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, 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, muthaf*ck a scuffle
Kidd Kidd, will you ever change?
f*ck no, Pimp zone, Rida gang, you already f*ckin' know

[Pre-Chorus]
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

[Chorus]
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-offs
Like Pringles I pop the top off
You ain't hot, dawg, you the f*cking Micky Mouse song
I'm on fire like Louisiana hot sauce
Brand new J's cost a buck fifty n*gga
You scuff these I’ll scar your face, buck fifty, n*gga
Been f*cking with them pigs, you a guinea, n*gga
And you always begging, you's a ''give me'' n*gga
I wear my gun like its trendy, n*gga
You pus*y and ain't sh*t, kitty litter
Uh, see where all that b*tching 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
f*ck with me and you will see

[Chorus]
Shoot your gun now make you a believer
Now you better pray for something more
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