G-Unit - My Buddy Lyrics
[Chorus: 50 Cent]My buddy, my buddyWherever I go, he goMy buddy, my buddyCan run for your life on the stick up out the windowMy buddy, my buddyI lay your ass out motha*****a is simpleStay in your place your place I recommend or say hello to my litte friend[Lloyd Banks]Everywhere I go I gotta tag alongCause my buzz gettin' strong And they mad I'm onThey ride with me when I'm past the mallDon't wait for me on the bench when I'm playin' a game of basketballOne sqeeze will make a bastard fallGasp and crallYou need a bulletproof vest mask and allBring your buddy when it's time to roam (why?)Cause I got hit the last time I left mine at homeMy hand bling full of platinum the shine is chromeHe even got closet space inside of my homeHe ain't never been broke he glitchlessSo reliable I bought him a rubber coat for ChristmasInfared beam in the scope for distanceThe best company wouldn't proach in businessHe who ride with me to the endWe all gotta friendAnd mine is a G-U-N.[Chorus: 50 Cent]My buddy gotta temper he dyin' to pop offLast Time he did the cops had the block all locked offTake them with me to hustle stashed him in the trash canMy finger tips sore for four hours I backroundShe meet him his destination hell or heavenCause I only bring em out for that 187He dont have a heart I just keep feeding him shellsHe get it poppin' in the hood so his name ring bellMs. Jones stay on the third floor she call the cops on meThey came I ran I had to toss my Uncle little homieNiggas they all got new friends so they stay in there place kidI stay screamin' on niggaz and beatin' up base headsThese niggaz sayin' doley just like they pretendKeep *****in' around they gon say hello to my little friend.[Chorus: 50 Cent][Young Buc]We been through it all yet we both still livin'We been in a box but we both still spittin'And when there was beef you even played your positionGot under the seat until we spotted our victimAt first they wouldn't listen to they heard you go offRemember it was broad daylight in the middle of New YorkAnd little did they know we was ready for warBet that nigga wished he'd never stick his head out the doorSee whenever you come out something happen on the blockYou the reason that nigga done stop rappin' like PacPeople see you ain't run and you even say shitThey just know you ain't nothin' to play witStay wit 16 homies and one in the holeWhen the first one get out the next one goTo know where your headed you gotta know where you beenThe glock stay with me we friends till the end.[Chorus: 50 Cent]
