Lyrics Buss My Gun - Bravehearts
(Feat.
Nashawn)
(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
(ribbon)
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
(brett
farve)
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
1 Intro
2 B Train
3 Quick to Back Down
4 Twilight
5 Bravehearted
6 For the Love Interlude
7 Buss My Gun
8 Cash Flow
9 Situations
10 Freak Off Interlude
11 I Wanna
12 Sensations
13 Realize
14 I Will
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