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from Bravehearts - Bravehearted (2004)
(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 |
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from Bravehearts - Bravehearted (2004)
(Chorus)
We live like we got left for time Better get why But in the end will you be satisfied If your life We got to realize (gotta realize) Money, cars, niggaz, bars, clothes No tellin what you know 'bout us (Nashawn) Minked out fresh line Beam it out seat recline All these hood chicks admire my shine 47 inch links, all kind of pieces Drugs scales remember the days of drug sells And now accountings send me checks in the mail And I ain't got time for no sell Diver Rims spinnin on a new CL Too much money gotta stay on the DL All these hoar hoes callin my cell Forward the calls to my voice mail Nashawn fortune pervail Got these bitches feelin me like a blind bitch'll feel brail I coped diamonds it ain't hard to tell For my shine have a lead fight my charm like the head light I know everythin that there is to know That you gotta know to blow We get that dough, holla is (Chorus) (Wiz) Yo, I pick a brick up, the quicker picker upper Cook on ovens, pushin shoven, the hustler Early in the mornin, watch out for police The D's and decoys try to destroy me But I'mma...champ not a chump I move swifin turn the pistol on the punks But what will the jury say, think do I can't think of that, fuck it I might as well run cool Through the projects like "Batman & Robin" Cops and robbers, but I'm liver Kill you and hide ya What could I do but be a project nigga That'll engine somethin quicker for figgaz I can't lie to you I realized how to survive and get money stay alive But all my niggaz be so quick down and die But all my thorugh nigga know they can't take that money to th sky (Chorus) (Jungle) Yo, we confronted Tupac smoked blunts wit Biggie Got love from Suge Knight, did the clubs wit Diddy I was just a lil kid when Nas from the Bridge He would bail me from jail, keep me free from bids Why play in the pool when I can surf in the ocean Livin that rich life I like that camotion The bitch wit the tities out, got a nigga open My jewelry be showin, heavy when we rollin Please don't bring yo girl around me One look at Jungle she hand me the pussy Just like a waitress servin my dinner My diamonds be drippin, she need a bread winner I burn C-notes hold 40 cal in plastics Put fashion in the Benz, fuck it if I rap it The money keep stackin in duffle bags and shit We came a long way, ma tell 'em how we live (Chorus) |
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