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'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 your mother cry at the wake of tha year I'll give her a hug and tell her to be strong Then smack her in tha face wit a 44 long I know I be wrong, dats how I get it on I hope y'all acknowledge the hook on this song I got macs and tecs, snug, revolvers, oozies I got 'em, gauge no problem, calicoes, AKs, 357s Nine milly's trey ain't send you to heaven I gave my lady a 380, a 22, a 25, bitch went crazy Popin' forever, one for all Bravehearted we stand nigga fuck all y'all 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' stop playin' I'm layin' for my dawgs I would die for, cabbage patch, these niggas Souls in the sky more, shots rang, glock 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 for tha right one and give 'em three You 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 ain't my blood And I buss my guns for the one I love 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 buss guns for the ones I love I leave a nigga leakin' for somethin' Them guns straight quicker and quicker He seek it's 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'm a test, a QB soldier I run away wit yo' head in my arms Like Brett Favre, them muthafuckas take to tha streets Them Bravehearts, shootin' on these muthafuckin' fagots Go 'head and pull ya gun nigga, I'm a grab it then 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 © WAYNNE WRITERS; BREAK NORTH MUSIC; SONY/ATV TUNES LLC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com