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Buss my guns for the one I
I buss my for the one I love
I buss my guns for the one I
I buss my guns for the one I

Yo', do you wanna live or do you die?
throw you off the bridge wit a bullet in ya eye
Like a river in tha sky, be floatin' in tha air
Got to see your mother cry at the of tha year
I'll her a hug and tell her to be strong
smack her in tha face wit a 44 long
I I be wrong, dats how I get it on

I hope y'all acknowledge the hook on song
I got macs and tecs, snug, revolvers,
I got 'em, no problem, calicoes, AKs, 357s
Nine milly's trey ain't you to heaven
I gave my lady a 380, a 22, a 25, went crazy
forever, one for all
Bravehearted we stand nigga all y'all

I buss my for the one I love
I buss my for the one I love
I buss my guns for the one I
I buss my for the one I love

Yo' playin' I'm layin' for my dawgs
I die for, cabbage patch, these niggas
in the sky more, shots rang, glock bang
Hot thangs, 'em wit his watch and rang
Stop and aim, I'm hot, top soil, get my off
For my family, you a corpse, you thought
For my seeds, I even let the man bleed
Sit there for tha one and give 'em three

You see me, don't think I'm on TV
Dat a nigga massacre ya family
I guns and bustin' 'em off for loved ones
Get it done, big or one, even for funds
I love cash for loot I yo' ass
through tha roof of tha coupe
I the blood splash
And I hate most dat ain't my blood
And I buss my guns for the one I

Buss my guns for the one I
I buss my guns for the one I
I my guns for the one I love
I my guns for the one I love

I buss for the ones I love
I leave a leakin' for somethin'
guns straight quicker and quicker
He seek it's comin', my jung
on niggas, da shells is dumpin'
No fingerprints, shoot these muthafuckas don't make sense
Sayin' dat me and my niggas can't win,
See tha pointed at ya face
Plus ya surrounded 'cause they fake

They die, see my attitude, a
for food, now I'm mad at you
Hit you then I tha tool
Never sober, shoot and run 'em ova
Gee Wiz, Bh, I'm a test, a QB
I run away wit yo' in my arms
Like Brett Favre, them muthafuckas take to tha
Bravehearts, shootin' on these muthafuckin' fagots
Go 'head and pull ya gun nigga, I'm a grab it I

Buss my guns for the one I
I my guns for the one I love
I my guns for the one I love
I my guns for the one I love