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?
Ill throw you off the bridge wit a bullet in ya eye
Like a river in tha sky, youll be floatin in tha air
Got to see your mother cry at the wake of tha year
Ill 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 yall acknowledge the hook on this song
I got macs and tecs, snug, revolvers, oozies
I got em, gauge no problem, calicoes,
AKs, 357sNine millys trey aint 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 yall
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
Im 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,
Im 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, dont think cause
Im on TVDat a ****** wont 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 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 its comin, my ****** jung
Jumpin on ******s, da shells is dumpin
No fingerprints, shoot again these mutha ******as dont make sense
Sayin dat me and my ******s cant 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
Im mad at you
Hit you then
I toss tha tool
Never sober, shoot ******s and run em ova
Gee Wiz, Bh,
Im 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 *** ***,
Im 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