BUSS MY GUN

I bust my guns for the one I love I bust my guns for the one I love I bust my guns for the one I love I bust my guns for the one I love You wanna live or do you wanna die I throw you off a bridfe with a bullet in your eye And like aribbon in the sky you'll be floatin in the air Gotta see your mother cry at the wake I'll be there Give her a hug And tell her be strong Then smack her in the face with a 44 long I know I be wrong Thats how I get it on I hope ya acknowlege the hook on this song I got macks and techs Snugged revolvers Uzis I got em Gauge no problem Calicos a.k.a 357's 9 millis tre a's send you to heaven I gave my lady a 380 A 22 a 45 bitche went crazy Poppin forever one for all Bravehearted we stand nigga fuck all ya'll I bust my guns for the one I love I bust my guns for the one I love I bust my guns for the one I love I bust my guns for the one I love I stopped playin I'm layin for the dogs I would die for Cabage patch these niggas souls in the sky more Shots rang glock bang hot thangs Leave em with his watch and ring stop and aim I pop tops off high 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 the right one and give him 3 You see me Don't think cause I'm on T.V. That a nigga won't nassacre you family I love guns And bustin them off For loved ones get it done Big or small ones Evil the funds I love cash For loot I kill your ass Brains through the coupe of the roof I watch blood splash And I hate most dudes That aint my blood And I bust my guns for the one I love I bust my guns for the one I love I bust my guns for the one I love I bust my guns for the one I love I bust my guns for the one I love I bust guns for the ones I love I leave a nigga leakin from somethin Guns spray quicker and quicker heat seekers commin And my nigga jung jumpin on niggas his shell is jumpin No fingure prints Shoot again these motherfuckers don't make sence Sayin that me and my niggas we can't win Why See the guns pointed at your face Plus your click surround cause they fake They die see my attitude Bust a motherfucker for food Now I'm mad at you hit you Then I toss the tool Never sober Shootin niggas then run them over Gwiz vh Come and test a qb soldier I run away with your head in my arms like bret farvre If motherfuckers take to the streets Braveheart Shootin all these motherfuckin faggots Go ahead and pull your gun niggga I'ma grab it I bust my guns for the one I love I bust my guns for the one I love I bust my guns for the one I love I bust my guns for the one I love