Buss My Gun - Lyrics - Bravehearted - Bravehearts

Title: Buss My Gun
Album: Bravehearted
Artist: Bravehearts
Composer(s): Nashawn Jones, Waynne Nugent, Michael Epps, Jabari Jones, Kevin Risto

Lyric:
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

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Weakest Link - Lyrics - King of Crunk & Bme Recordings Present: Lil Scrappy & Trillville Chopped & Screwed - Lil Scrappy

Title: Weakest Link
Album: King of Crunk & Bme Recordings Present: Lil Scrappy & Trillville Chopped & Screwed
Artist: Lil Scrappy
Composer(s): Jamal Glaze, Lawrence Edwards, Jonathan Smith, James Phillips, Donnell Prince, Craig Love

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Lyric:
As far as I can see you're a bitch to me
As far as I can see you're a bitch to me
You the weakest link goodbye
You the weakest link goodbye
You the weakest link goodbye
You the weakest link goodbye

As far as I can see you're a bitch to me
As far as I can see you're a bitch to me
You the weakest link goodbye
You the weakest link goodbye
You the weakest link goodbye
You the weakest link goodbye

They always askin' me why I say yeah
'Cause I mean what I say and I agree with myself
And I'mma keep it real and you should keep believing
'Cause if you don't you the weakest link and you should be leavin'

Twerk that shit in the lane and my name they be screamin'
Like Michael Vick I'm talking shit, playin' this field
So I ain't need no reason to knock you out the projects
Just take your fukin' wallet, I'm makin' a fukin' profit

And you niggas can't stop me, like you tryin' to catch my ass
I'm ready to shot a nigga when all you do is fukin' pass
The last day of class, so ain't no need to ask
'Cause I ain't the teacher, I won't let you pass

I'm Don AKA, slash Corleone
Who started his own shit, who put us all on
And the bows been thrown and the guns been cocked up
Now the only thing left to get rid of you fukin' talkers

As far as I can see you're a bitch to me
As far as I can see you're a bitch to me
You the weakest link goodbye
You the weakest link goodbye
You the weakest link goodbye
You the weakest link goodbye

As far as I can see you're a bitch to me
As far as I can see you're a bitch to me
You the weakest link goodbye
You the weakest link goodbye
You the weakest link goodbye
You the weakest link goodbye

Purple tray and niggas always like to talk that bullshit
I'ma let you feel it when these bullets start to talking spit
Rite out the barrel of my Krueger at you lame hoes
This is how it goes when my gun done put a hole

Rite threw your dome, 'cuz my chrome is my only friend
Niggas don't pretend to be down when you wasn't in
You smiling in my face I'mma stab you in the fukin' back
Dressed in all black with the tech ready to attack

Nigga you ain't hard, I'mma take yo ass up off the map
Peelin' niggas cap talking shit, runnin' at their trap
I'm realest nigga that you niggas eva seen before
I'mma let you know, I ain't never been a scary hoe

Not your average Joe, left your spleen on your fukin' top
Nigga pop, pop, as I cock back the fukin' glock
Niggas need to start, tryn to talk down on my game
I'mma do the same to their ass as I buss their brain

As far as I can see you're a bitch to me
As far as I can see you're a bitch to me
You the weakest link goodbye
You the weakest link goodbye
You the weakest link goodbye
You the weakest link goodbye

As far as I can see you're a bitch to me
As far as I can see you're a bitch to me
You the weakest link goodbye
You the weakest link goodbye
You the weakest link goodbye
You the weakest link goodbye

As far as I can see, man, you a bitch
You the weakest link outcha mothafukin' cliq
Jump up if you down to get hit
And quit talking all that monkey ass shit

I'm cutting out the middle, you getting paid a lil'
This some real shit this ain't no nursery ryme riddle
I'mma let him get you, rite there hit you
They gonna have to stitch you, and the nigga ridin' with you

That's why I toss bricks, I seen da bigga picture
Ain't don't nobody miss you, you bitch can't even kiss you
So she about to ditch you or betta yet quit you
I'mma real nigga, but she act like she don't give a shit

So pass me the switch, I'm gone off the liquor
As far as I can see, man, you a bitch ass nigga
It's time to fire up, your time expired up
And when I pull it out, you get shot up, my nigga

As far as I can see you're a bitch to me
As far as I can see you're a bitch to me
You the weakest link goodbye
You the weakest link goodbye
You the weakest link goodbye
You the weakest link goodbye

As far as I can see you're a bitch to me
As far as I can see you're a bitch to me
You the weakest link goodbye
You the weakest link goodbye
You the weakest link goodbye
You the weakest link goodbye

Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
...

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Heat - Lyrics - Get Rich Or Die Tryin' - 50 Cent

Title: Heat
Album: Get Rich Or Die Tryin'
Artist: 50 Cent
Composer(s): Tom Jr Coster, Mike Elizondo, Curtis Jackson, Andre Young

Lyric:
{Aye you want some of this shit
Naw, I don't want that shit
I don't give a fuck, I don't play dat shit
And I'm fin'nin' to buss a cap in a nigga
Man shut the fuck up}

{Slow down, slow down, slow down
You see that brick house right there
That's the nigga crib when he come out
You gotta tighten his ass up
I?m a get in the other car, aight}

If there's beef, cock it and dump it
The drama really means nothing to me
I'll ride by and blow ya brains out
There's no time to cock it
No way you can stop it
When niggas run up on you wit them thangs out

I do what I gotta do, I don't care I if get caught
The DA can play this motherfuckin' tape in court
I'll kill you, I ain't playin'
Hear what I'm sayin', homie I ain't playin?
Catch you slippin', I?ma kill you, I ain't playin?
Hear what I'm sayin?, homie I ain't playin?

Keep thinkin' I'm candy till ya fuckin' skull get popped
And ya brain jump out the top like Jack-in-da-box
In the hood summer time is the killing season
It's hot out this bitch that's a good 'nuff reason

I've seen gangsta's get religious when they start bleedin'
Sayin?, "Lord, Jesus help me" ?cuz they ass leakin'
When they window roll down and that A.K. come out
You can squeeze ya ill handgun until you run out

And you can run for ya back-up
But them machine gun shells gone tear ya back up
God's on ya side, shit I'm aight wit that
?Cause we gon? reload them clips and come right back

It's a fact homie, you go against me ya fucked
I get the drop, if you can duck, ya luckier then Lady Luck
Look nigga, don't think you safe ?cause you moved out the hood
?Cuz ya momma still around dog, and daddy ain't good

If you was smart you'd be shook of me
?Cuz I'd get tired of lookin' for ya
Spray ya momma crib
And let ya ass look for me

If there's beef, cock it and dump it
The drama really means nothing to me
I'll ride by and blow ya brains out
There's no time to cock it
No way you can stop it
When niggas run up on you wit them thangs out

I do what I gotta do, I don't care I if get caught
The DA can play this motherfuckin? tape in court
I'll kill you, I ain't playin?
Hear what I'm sayin?, homie I ain't playin?
Catch you slippin', I?ma kill you, I ain't playin?
Hear what I'm sayin?, homie I ain't playin?

My heart bleeds for you nigga, I can't wait to get to you
Behind that twinkle in ya eyes, I can see the bitch in you
Nigga you know the streets talk
So they'll be no white flags and no peace talks

I got my back against the wind
I'm down to ride till the sun burn out
If I die today
I'm happy how my life turned out

See the shootouts that I've been in I'm by myself
Locked up I was in a box by myself
I done made myself a millionaire by myself
Now, shit changed motherfucker I can hire some help

I done heard about the 50 grand you put in the hood
But ya shooter fin?nin? to get get shot it won't do 'em no good
With a pistol I define the definition of pain
If you survive ya bones'll still fuckin' hurt when it rains

Oh you a pro at playin? battleship well this ain't the same
Lil' homie this is a whole different type of war game
See the losers and up in shackles of motherfuckin? chains
Or laid out in the streets leakin' out they brains

If there's beef, cock it and dump it
The drama really means nothing to me
I'll ride by and blow ya brains out
There's no time to cock it
No way you can stop it
When niggas run up on you wit them thangs out

I do what I gotta do, I don't care I if get caught
The DA can play this motherfuckin? tape in court
I'll kill you, I ain't playin?
Hear what I'm sayin?, homie I ain't playin?
Catch you slippin', I?ma kill you, I ain't playin?
Hear what I'm sayin?, homie I ain't playin?

After the fist fights, it's gunfire boy, you get the best of me
If you don't wanna get shot, I suggest you don't go testin' me
All the wrong I've done, the Lord still keep on blessin' me
Fin?nin? to run rap 'cuz Dr. Dre got the recipe

Yeah, uh ha, aye Dre
You got me feelin' real bulletproof up in this motherfucker
?Cuz my windows on my motherfuckin? Benz is bulletproof nigga
?Cuz my motherfuckin? vest is bulletproof nigga
?Cuz my motherfuckin? hat is bulletproof nigga
But the Doc said if I get hit I might get a fuckin' concussion
Better that then a hole in the head right nigga, heh heh ha ha

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Duck Sick Ii - Lyrics - Compton'S Most Wanted

Title: Duck Sick Ii
Artist: Compton'S Most Wanted
Composer(s): Mc Eihl Andre Manuel, Terry Allen

Lyric:
Mmmm, I'm back for the payback, black
Ready to attack, so to your jaw I start to mack
Its the mutherfucking Compton psycho
So suckers who be sounding so wack, don't try to bite, yo
You'll play the bitch and I'll play the pimp
Then I'll be pimping your ass to make money real fast
Cause to the homies you just don't hit
Can't get juice with that doo-wap pop shit
Geah nigga, I just won't quit
My rap is bomb ass chronic, 10 dollars a hit
Try to diss fool and I'll shut you down
Put on a big nose fool cause its time to clown
So now I gots to break my mutherfucking foot off
In your ass because you came back too soft
They say you can't teach an old dog new tricks
Well this trick is new, its the duck sick 2

Now watch me fuck up your program
And you'll be saying 'damn I lost my luck.'
Now your ass is stuck, mutherfucker
By the Compton gangsta of rap. Raised in the hood
Always up to no good
I need to peel a cap, so I kill some
Poor unfortunate fool with the nine gun
You come fake, fuck with Eiht, you gots no clout
Keep talking shit as I buss your fucking mouth
Now fool what kinda move was that?
I see your quick to talk shit, yeah boy I'm quick to pull the gatt
Claiming my city, oh what a pity
And the way you shout out just sounds shitty
So nigga, slow your mutherfucking roll
Fuck you with a pole, with the rhymes you stole
So gather up your homies, him him and him and you
Geah, its the duck sick 2

I dont beleive it, another mutherfucker
On the rap shelf done fucked hisself
Just squeezed in like a bitch
I guess thats why he raps with a high pitch
I just can't figure
How the punk ever think he could fuck this nigga
Your short, shorter than short, sorry punk
Still blast that ass when the Ides got me drunk
Just keep getting it, dont stop sucking
Too soon punk or Eiht'll start fucking
Your weak old shit that wont last
You won't hang as I slap your bitch ass
So get ready, cause its your mutherfucking calling
You and your wack ass crews 'll start falling
Geah drop your knees, because we ain't through
Get a grip, do it quick, the mutherfucking duck sick 2

We outta here

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Freedom - Lyrics - Beenie Man

Title: Freedom
Artist: Beenie Man
Composer(s): Moses Davis, Donald Dennis, Sly Dunbar, Patrick Roberts

Lyric:
Chuh
Babylon yuh betta turn wi loose
God knows, turn wi loose, now
Sing along, a little song
An guh a ting like

Freedom, for some I am bawling
Babylon, yuh pull di chain from mi han
Mi still under yuh Babylon system
God knows, freedom, for some I am bawling
Oh Selassie I, Rastafarian calling
Beenie Man a sing a ting

From the day mi know myself, man a born of mammal
Although yuh smart, dem sen yuh guh a Jamal
Teach yuh how fi spell gun and nuclear weapon
How fi spell politics and greet politician

Nowhere in the Bible, where those words come from?
Dem restore wi name an class us as African
When con is a short name for condemnation
I nuh know 'bout di I, I a true Ethiopian

Christopher Columbus, 'bout him discover island
Discover what when him come spot the Indian
An a him tun roun an all enslave black man
Mussolini an him friend, dem tief the gold and all di diamond

Who steal wi name, check the queen wheh deh a England?
A she build the pope and introduce Vatican
From Constantine, Julius and all Pope John
Now dem reach Paul I wonder if dem want to expand

Queen Elizabeth, all she is a next one
Well, mi naah guh too stress, me just a look a explanation
This is the word from the black man

Freedom, for some I am bawling
Babylon, yuh pull di chain from mi han
Mi still under yuh Babylon system
God knows, freedom, for some I am bawling
Oh Selassie I, Rastafarian calling
Beenie Man a sing a ting

I say man a true needle, kill the dragon and eagle
Murda di Pope wheh a defender of evil
Long time dem bwoi deh a pressure black people
Have wi like a slave, under chain and shackle

Now wi buss out inna muscle
Well, a long time mi deh warn dem fi look to the east
Warning to the dragon and the mark of the beast
Mek dem a galong suh like dem caan tun discease

Call on the Selassie wheh a blow all di breeze
Weeping, wailing, nashing of teeth
God judgment is only certain man see it
Pope Constantine, inna him grave an all a grief
This is no Pelican Brief, my speech

Freedom, for some I am bawling
Babylon, yuh pull di chain from mi han
Mi still under yuh Babylon system
God knows, freedom, for some I am bawling
Oh Selassie I, Rastafarian calling
Beenie Man a sing a ting

People, well, unnuh clean out yuh ears an listen to mi lyrics
Yuh nuh hear 'bout di Lieshah di ball head prophet
Word of Elijah, di man used to spread it
John di most righteous man yet still wasn't a prophet

He could not be God, dem haffi tun him inna baptist
This is the meaning of ma lyrics in these times
Mandela come an try it
Well, him never reach far, prison wall di man face it

Malcolm X try an a coppershot end it
All try and dem beat it an kill it
Marcus Garvey try a fi rice dem, sell it
Only we inna di music business can stop it
Follow Beenie Man and all live it

Freedom, for some I am bawling
Babylon, yuh pull di chain from mi han
Mi still under yuh Babylon system
God knows, freedom, for some I am bawling
Oh Selassie I, Rastafarian calling
Beenie Man a sing a ting

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Compton 4 Life - Lyrics - Compton'S Most Wanted

Title: Compton 4 Life
Artist: Compton'S Most Wanted
Composer(s): Mc Eihl A Simon

Lyric:
Life, life, life

It's the city of jackers, swindlers, pimps and hoes
And niggas that bang and slang in kilo's
Where the rule is 'Fool, we don't play that'
Bomb to your motherfuckin' lip, watch it get fat

4 deep in a car on a mission
Load up the glock and watch it start spittin'
Nobody understands the gang mentality
I don't give a fuck, just want to see some casualties

And we'll beat your ass down with the quickness
Busters know that they can't get with this
Put the sweat down on a fool at the bus stop
Wrong set, wrong move, get smoothed popped

Gots to make our money on the corner
Try to squeeze, nigga please, a straight goner
Survival of the fittest with a gun or a knife
Geah 'cause it's Compton 4 life

Hey man, what's up, nigga? This [Incomprehensible]
Compton, Compton
Hey man, what's up, nigga? This [Incomprehensible]
Compton
(Life, life, life, life)

One more 'Drive-by Miss Daisy'
It's for the hood and nigga, we straight crazy
Fools can't cope when we belling
Throw up your hood 'cause it's Compton we yellin'

Still sellin' that yayo, oh no
Watch out for the tape that's made by 5-0
Look into the eyes of the 12 gauge barrel
My t-shirt and khaki's with house shoes is the apparel

Just call me a nigga with a problem
Better yet a troubleshooter 'cause I'ma shoot the enemy
When I see the white of his eyes
You'll have a funeral every night
'Cause one of your homies dies

Geah, it don't mean nothin' to us, ready to buss
A thousand motherfuckers and we kick up much dust
Another dead, chalk up one for the hood tonight
Geah, right, nigga 'cause it's Compton 4 life
(Life, life, life)

It's the city where everybodies in prison
Niggas keep takin' shit 'cause ain't nobody givin'
So another punk fool I must beat
Learned the tricks of the trade from the street

Anxious to put the jack down, ready and willin'
One more Compton drive-by killin'
One more nigga that got jacked 'cause he's a dummy
One more fool that got smoked for the money

And we got evil ass bitches just like witches
Got to keep the hoes because they set up snitches
Niggas run off at the mouth, here goes the nine
Peel your cap if you wanna drop the dime

Go to jail, hell, might as well be off with the head
So I bail from the police officer
'Cause if I surrender to the white
It won't be no more Compton 4 life, geah

Hey man, what's up, nigga? This [Incomprehensible]
Compton, Compton
Hey man, what's up, nigga? This [Incomprehensible]
Compton
(Life, life, life, life)

Hey man, what's up, nigga? This [Incomprehensible]
Compton, Compton
Hey man, what's up, nigga? This [Incomprehensible]
Compton's in da house
(Life, life, life, life)

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