Bravehearts - Buss My Gun (Featuring Nashawn) lyrics

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 I buss my guns for the one I love Yo, do you wanna live or do you wanna die? I throw you out the bridge wit' a bullet in yo' eye Like the ribbon in the sky, you'll be floatin' in the air Gotta see yo' mother cry, at the wake I'll be there I give her a hug and tell her to be strong And smack her in the face wit' a .44 long I know I'll be wrong, that's how I get it on I hope that knowlege the hook's on this song I got mack's an' tech's, snub revolver's Uzi's I got 'em, gaze no problem, calico's AK's .357, .9 mili tray .8 send you to heaven I gave my lady a .380, a .22 or a .25, b**h went crazy You're poppin' foreva, one for all Bravehearted we standin', n***a f** all ya'll 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 I buss my guns for the one I love Ya, ya Stop playin', I'm layin' for my dawgs that I'll die for Cabbage pack these n***as, souls in the sky mourn Shots rhein, Glock bang hot thangs Leave 'em wit' his watch and rings Stop and aim, I'll pop, tops all 'fore I got my rocks For my family, you a corpse, what you thought for my seeds I'll even let the wrong man bleed Sit there for the right one and give 'em three You see me don't think 'cuz I'm on TV That a n***a won't ma**acre your family I love guns and bustin' 'em off for love ones Get it done, big as small ones even for funs I love cash, for loot, I'll k** yo a** Bangs through the roof or the coupe, I'll watch the blood splash And I hate most dudes that ain't my blood And I buss my gun 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 I buss my guns for the one I love I bust 'em guns for the ones I love I leave a n***a leakin' for somethin' Them guns quicker and quicker heat seak is comin' My n***a Jung jumpin' on n***as his shells is jumpin' No finger prints, shoot again, these mothaf**as don't make sense Sayin' me and my n***as we can't win, why? See the guns pointed at yo' face Plus your cliques 'round 'cuz they fake, they die See my attitude, buss a mothaf**a for food Now I'm mad at you, hit you then I tossed the two Neva sobber, shoot n***as and run 'em over G-Wiz DH, come test a QB soldier I run away wit your head in my arms like Brett Favre If mothaf**as takin' the street them Bravehearts Shootin' on these mothaf**a f*ggots Ga'head and pull your gun n***a, I'mma grab it then I 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 I buss my guns for the one I love