[Pre-Chorus]
Got my guns and magazines
And a red one from a beam
Nothing is quite as it seems
Fuck 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, 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 bitch, I got the extended clip right on me
And my diamonds on my neck, I dare a nigga 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 fuck 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, nigga
All that means is you fucked, nigga
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 nigga don't really give a shit
You know who you fucking with
Come through, dump more than a clip
Niggas be on some stupid shit
'Till they get hit, ain't that a bitch?
Got my guns and magazines
And a red one from a beam
Nothing is quite as it seems
Fuck 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, 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 bitch, I got the extended clip right on me
And my diamonds on my neck, I dare a nigga 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 fuck 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, nigga
All that means is you fucked, nigga
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 nigga don't really give a shit
You know who you fucking with
Come through, dump more than a clip
Niggas be on some stupid shit
'Till they get hit, ain't that a bitch?
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