Got my guns and magazinesEnding up in front of meNothing is quite as it seemsF-ck with me and you will seeShoot your gun now make you a believerNow you better pray for somethin' moreI go to war to my houseStop niggas ain't listeningGet the thumping and the dumping at your newborn's christeningTell your homie tell his homiesHe gon' need more homiesAin't this a b!tch I got an extended clip right on meAnd my diamonds on my neckA dead nigga did scheme on itThe ruger on deck, its hard to miss with that thing on itI'll give your ass a permanent nap sing you a lullabyI got money to run, so f-ck an alibiShoot your gun now make you a believerNow you better pray for somethin' moreYeah, I believe you when you say you tough niggaAll that means is you f-ck niggaI get the drop I'm on itMorning or night, I spot-cha I gotchaWake up cuffed to your bed your bed cops asking ‘who shot-cha'As the world turns, ?? will be learnedThe ?? burns and I ain't concerned if I ain't hitAnd I ain't here, so a nigga doesn't really give a shitYou know who you f-cking withCome through dumber than a clipNiggas be on the same stupid shitTill they get hit, ain't that a bitch?K-I double, shot gun barrel doubleI always run a couple and I move ‘em on a doubleRacks in the duffelMac with the muzzleMakin' circles in you, all black like a tunnelI only know how to hustleCan't stay outta troubleI got a big gun, muthaf-ckers scuffleKidd kidd, will you ever change?F-ck no, pimps don't ride a game you already f-cking knowGot my guns and magazinesEnding up in front of meNothing is quite as it seemsF-ck with me and you will seeShoot your gun now make you a believerNow you better pray for something moreMan these niggas so fake, I call ‘em knock offLight pringles high pop the top offYou ain't hot dogYou the f-cking micky mouse (aw)I'm on fire like louisiana hot sauceBrand new j's cost a buck fifty nickleBeen f-cking with the pigs, you a guinea niggaPlus you always baked, you's a ?? niggaI wear my gun like its trendy niggaYou p-ssies ain't shit, get it littleUh, see where all that bitching getchaRight in front of this pistolGot my guns and magazinesEnding up in front of meNothing is quite as it seemsF-ck with me and you will seeShoot your gun now make you a believerNow you better pray for something more
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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
Shoot your gun now make you a believer
Now you better pray for somethin' more
I go to war to my house
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 b!tch I got an extended clip right on me
And my diamonds on my neck
A dead nigga did scheme on it
The ruger on deck, its hard to miss with that thing on it
I'll give your ass a permanent nap sing you a lullaby
I got money to run, so f-ck an alibi
Shoot your gun now make you a believer
Now you better pray for somethin' more
Yeah, I believe you when you say you tough nigga
All that means is you f-ck nigga
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 nigga 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?
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
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
Shoot your gun now make you a believer
Now you better pray for something more
Man these niggas 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 nigga
Plus you always baked, you's a ?? nigga
I wear my gun like its trendy nigga
You p-ssies ain't shit, get it little
Uh, see where all that bitching getcha
Right in front of this pistol
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
Shoot your gun now make you a believer
Now you better pray for something more
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