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