[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 ni**as 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 ni**a did scheme on it
The ruger on deck, its hard to miss with that thing on it
I'll give your a** 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 ni**a
All that means is you f-ck ni**a
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 ni**a 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 ni**as 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 ni**a
Plus you always baked, you's a ?? ni**a
I wear my gun like its trendy ni**a
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