Buss My Gun Lyrics - Bravehearted - Bravehearts

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