Buss My Gun (Explicit Album Version)

Buss my guns for the one

I loveI buss my guns for the one

I loveI buss my guns for the one

I loveI buss my guns for the one

I loveYo', 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, 357sNine milly's trey ain't send you to heaven

I gave my lady a 380, a 22, a 25, ****** went crazy

Popin' forever, one for all

Bravehearted we stand ****** ****** all y'all

I buss my guns for the one

I loveI buss my guns for the one

I loveI buss my guns for the one

I loveI buss my guns for the one

I loveYo' stop playin'

I'm layin' for my dawgs

I would die for, cabbage patch, these ******s

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 TVDat a ****** 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 loveBuss my guns for the one

I loveI buss my guns for the one

I loveI buss my guns for the one

I loveI buss my guns for the one

I loveI buss guns for the ones

I loveI leave a ****** leakin' for somethin'

Them guns straight quicker and quicker

He seek it's comin', my ****** jung

Jumpin' on ******s, da shells is dumpin'

No fingerprints, shoot again these mutha******as don't make sense

Sayin' dat me and my ******s 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

Mutha******a for food, now

I'm mad at you

Hit you then

I toss tha tool

Never sober, shoot ******s 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 mutha******as take to tha streets

Them Bravehearts, shootin' on these mutha******' fagots

Go 'head and pull ya gun ******,

I'm a grab it then

IBuss my guns for the one

I loveI buss my guns for the one

I loveI buss my guns for the one

I loveI buss my guns for the one

I love