50 Cent – My Gun Go Off

It’s another hot track from a hip-hop veteran 50 CENT and this wonderful song titled MY GUN GO OFF.

Actually this wonderful song is popped out of his 2007 album which he called CURTIS.

 

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50 Cent – My Gun Go Off Lyrics

[Hook]

Nigga, my gun go off – you see the barrel turning

You feel the hollows burning, nigga, now you’re learning

Nigga, my gun go off – call it attempted murder

Nigga, I’m trying to murk you when I come back busting

Nigga, my gun go off – don’t try to say I’m tripping

When I get to flipping and I smack the clip in

Nigga, my gun go off – we call it putting work in

Leaving niggas hurting, homicide’s lurking

Nigga, my gun go off

 

[Verse 1]

Fuckboy, you can see it to believe it

Try to dodge and weave it, end up a paraplegic

Believe me, its easy, I’ll hurt you, I’ll murk you

I’ll pop something, drop something, I ain’t going to stop hunting

Run, run, ’til you’re spun, one shot, one gun

One 911 emergency, it’s murder, B

It’s excellent execution when I’m pulling the trigger

No mistake for that cake, I’m hitting you and your niggas

Feel the flame when I aim for the top of your brain

See the spark and the bang, nigga, shit ain’t a game

Do the math or get blast, bullets go through the glass

Goes through your ass fast and the leather seat in your Nav

Nigga, its not a war when there’s casualties on one side, I ride

Turn it up on you nigga after Jake ride by

I click-clack, that’s that, I don’t flash, I mash

I wave the Uzi at them, I make a movie out them

 

[Hook]

Nigga, my gun go off – you see the barrel turning

You feel the hollows burning, nigga, now you’re learning

Nigga, my gun go off – call it attempted murder

Nigga, I’m trying to murk you when I come back busting

Nigga, my gun go off – don’t try to say I’m tripping

When I get to flipping and I smack the clip in

Nigga, my gun go off – we call it putting work in

Leaving niggas hurting, homicide’s lurking

Nigga, my gun go off

 

[Verse 2]

You better lose yourself in the moment

Use it, fuck the music, I’mma let it go

You only get one shot before I back out and fire back

At your hat, your back, your ass crack, your nutsack

Your Cadillac, if you make it to that, I’m hitting that

The 70’s was smack, the 80’s crack

The 90’s was grimy, millennium MACs, man

Clips on the whips I ride in them, bad bitches, I ride in them

Don’t worry, I’ll get them, gat’s jammed or unjammed

God damn safest the safety don’t work, squeeze the eagle, it chirps

End up faced down in the dirt more than hurt

Bring the beef where you hang out, bang out, shots ring out

Hit your shoulders trying to blow your brains out

Hit your homies in their legs, bet they have their canes out tomorrow

You know tomorrow’s just a day away

If you can keep your heart beating, then your ass awake

 

[Hook]

Nigga, my gun go off – you see the barrel turning

You feel the hollows burning, nigga, now you’re learning

Nigga, my gun go off – call it attempted murder

Nigga, I’m trying to murk you when I come back busting

Nigga, my gun go off – don’t try to say I’m tripping

When I get to flipping and I smack the clip in

Nigga, my gun go off – we call it putting work in

Leaving niggas hurting, homicide’s lurking

Nigga, my gun go off