[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, bitch went crazy
popin forever, one for all
BraveHearted we stand nigga fuck 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 niggas
Souls in the sky more, shots rang, glocks bang,
Hot thangs, leave `em wit his watch and rang
Stop and aim, I`m ? 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 nigga won`t massacre 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 kill yo` ass
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 nigga leakin for somethin
Them guns straight quicker and quicker
He seek its comin, my nigga jung
jumpin on niggas,da shells is dumpin
No fingerprints,shoot again these muthafuckas don`t make sense
sayin dat me and my niggas 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
muthafucka for food, now I`m mad at you
Hit you then I toss tha tool
Never sober, shoot niggas and run `em ova
Gee Wiz, Bh, I`ma test a QB soldier
I run away wit yo` head in my arms
like ? them muthafuckas take to tha streets
Them BraveHearts, shootin on these
muthafuckin faggots
Go `head nigga 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
