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ft kidd kidd 50 cent - shooting guns (ft. kidd kidd) - 50 cent كلمات الأغنية

[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
n-gg-s 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 n-gg- to scheme on it
the ruger on deck, its hard to miss with that thing on it
i’ll give your -ss 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 n-gg-
all that means is you f-cked n-gg-
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 n-gg- don’t really give a sh-t
you don’t know who you f-cking with
come through dump more than a clip
n-gg-s be on some stupid sh-t
till they get hit, ain’t that a b-tch?

[3rd verse: kidd kidd]
k-i double, shot gun 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, m-th-f-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 n-gg-s 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 n-gg-
been f-cking with them pigs, you a guinea n-gg-
and ya always bakin, you’s a skinny n-gg-
i wear my gun like its trendy n-gg-
you p-ssy and ain’t sh-t, kitty litter
uh, see where all that b-tching 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

- ft kidd kidd 50 cent

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