Bravehearts - Buss My Gun lyrics

(feat. Nashawn) [NaShawn (chorus)] Buss my guns for the one I love I buss my guns for the one I love I buss my guns for the one I love I buss my guns for the one I love [Verse 1] Yo' do you wanna live or do you wanna die I'll throw you off the bridge wit a bullet in ya eye Like a river in tha sky, you'll be floatin in tha air Got to see ur mother cry at the wake of tha year I'll give her a hug and tell her be strong then Smack her in tha face wit a fourty-four long I know I be wrong, dats how I get it on I hope yall acknowledge the hook on this song I got macs and tecs, snug, revovlers, oozies I got 'em, gauge no problem, calicos, AKs,357's nine milly's trey aint send you to heaven I gave my lady a 380, a 22, a two five, b**h went crazy popin forever, one for all BraveHearted we stand n***a f** all yall [NaShawn (chorus)] Buss my guns for the one I love I buss my guns for the one I love I buss my guns for the one I love I buss my guns for the one I love [Verse 2] Yo' stop playin I'm layin for my dawgs I would die for, cabbage patch this n***as Souls in the sky more, shots rang, glocks bang, Hot thangs, leave 'em wit his watch and rang Stop and aim, I'm hot top soil get my rocks off For my family, you a corpse, what you thought For my seeds I even let the wrong man bleed Sit there wit tha right one and give 'em three See me, don't think cause I'm on tv Dat a n***a won't ma**acre ya family I love guns, and bustin 'em off for loved ones Get it done, big or small one even for funds I love cash, for loot, I k** yo' a** Brains through tha roof of tha coupe I watch the blood splash And I hate most dudes dat aint my blood and I buss my guns for the one I love [NaShawn (chorus)] Buss my guns for the one I love I buss my guns for the one I love I buss my guns for the one I love I buss my guns for the one I love [Verse 3] I buss guns for the ones I love I leave a n***a leakin for somethin Them guns straight quicker and quicker He seek its comin, my n***a jung jumpin on n***as,da shells is dumpin No fingerprints,shoot again these muthaf**as don't make sense sayin dat me and my n***as can't win, why See tha guns pointed at ya face Plus ya clique surrounded cause they fake They die, see my attitude, bust a muthaf**a for food, now I'm mad at you Hit you then I toss tha tool Never sober, shoot n***as and run 'em ova Gee Wiz, Bh, I'ma test a QB soldier I run away wit yo' head in my arms like Brett Favre them muthaf**as take to tha streets Them BraveHearts, shootin on these muthaf**in f*ggots Go 'head n***a pull ya gun I'ma grab it then [NaShawn (chorus)] Buss my guns for the one I love I buss my guns for the one I love I buss my guns for the one I love I buss my guns for the one I love