[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 ^!$$%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

A dead ^!$$% did scheme on it
The ruger on deck, it's hard to miss with that thing on it
I'll give your $$# 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 ^!$$%
All that means is you f-ck ^!$$%

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 ^!$$% doesn't really give a %#@!

You know who you f-cking with
Come through dumber than a clip
^!$$%s be on the same stupid %#@!

Till they get hit, ain't that a (*##$?

[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 ^!$$%s 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
?
Been f-cking with the pigs, you a guinea ^!$$%

Plus you always baked, you's a? ^!$$%
I wear my gun like it's trendy ^!$$%
You p-ssies ain't %#@!, get it little

Uh, see where all that (*##$ing 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