50 Cent - My Buddy
My Buddy
,
my buddy
Where ever I go, he go
My Buddy
, my buddy
You can run for your life when I stick him out da window
My buddy, my buddy
I′ll lay ya ass out motha fucka its simple
Stay in yo place I recommend or say hello to my little friend
*Lloyd Banks*
Everywhere I go I gotta tag along
Cuz mah buzz gettin strong and they mad I′m on
He ride wit me when I pass the mall
He′ll wait for me on da bench when I run a game of basketball
One squeeze will make a bastard fall, gasp and crawl
You need a bulletproof vest, mask n all
Bring ya buddy when its time to roam (Why?)
Cuz I got hit last time I left mine at home
My hand bling full of platinum, da shine is chrome
He even got closet space inside mah home
He aint never been broke, he glitchless
He so reliable I bought him a rubber coat for Christmas
Infared beam and a scope for distance
Da best company when approachin business
He′ll ride wit me till da end
We all gotta friend and mine is a G U N
*50 Cent*
My Buddy, my buddy
Where ever I go, he go
My Buddy, my buddy
You can run for your life when I stick him out da window
My buddy, my buddy
I′ll lay ya ass out motha fucka its simple
Stay in yo place I recommend or say hello to my little friend
*50 Cent*
My buddy got a temper
He dyin to pop off
Last time he did da cops had da block all locked off
Take him wit me to hussle, stashed him in da trash can
My fingertips sore from four hours of back grams
You meet him
Your destination hell or heaven
Cuz I only bring him out for that 187
He dun have a heart
I juss keep feedin him shells
He get it poppin in da hood, so his name ring bells
Ms.Jones stayed on da third floor
She called da cops on me
Dey came, I ran, I had to toss my humble lil homie
Niggaz know I got new friends, so they stay in dere place kid
I stay screamin on niggaz and beatin up base heads
These niggaz sayin donnie juss like it pretend
Keep fuck around and say hello to my little friend (Gun shots)
*50 Cent*
My Buddy, my buddy
Where ever I go, he go
My Buddy, my buddy
You can run for your life when I stick him out da window
My buddy, my buddy
I′ll lay ya ass out motha fucka its simple
Stay in yo place I recommend or say hello to my little friend
*Young Buck*
We been through it all, and yet we both still leavin
We been in da box, but we both still spittin
And when it was peace
You even played yo position, got under da seat
Until we spotted our victim
At first dey wouldn′t listen until they herd you go off
Rememba it was broad daylight in da middle of New York
And lil did they know we was ready for war
I bet the nigga wish he never stuck his head out da door
See whenever you come out sumthin happen on da block
You da reason that nigga dun stop rappin like Pac
People see you and run n you aint even say shit
They juss know you aint nuttin to play wit
You stayed wit sixteen homies and one in da hole
When da first one get out da next one goes
To know in ya head you gotta know where you been
Da glock stays wit me
We friends to da end
*50 Cent*
My Buddy, my buddy
Where ever I go, he go
My Buddy, my buddy
You can run for your life when I stick him out da window
My buddy, my buddy
I′ll lay ya ass out motha fucka its simple
Stay in yo place I recommend or say hello to my little friend
,
my buddy
Where ever I go, he go
My Buddy
, my buddy
You can run for your life when I stick him out da window
My buddy, my buddy
I′ll lay ya ass out motha fucka its simple
Stay in yo place I recommend or say hello to my little friend
*Lloyd Banks*
Everywhere I go I gotta tag along
Cuz mah buzz gettin strong and they mad I′m on
He ride wit me when I pass the mall
He′ll wait for me on da bench when I run a game of basketball
One squeeze will make a bastard fall, gasp and crawl
You need a bulletproof vest, mask n all
Bring ya buddy when its time to roam (Why?)
Cuz I got hit last time I left mine at home
My hand bling full of platinum, da shine is chrome
He even got closet space inside mah home
He aint never been broke, he glitchless
He so reliable I bought him a rubber coat for Christmas
Infared beam and a scope for distance
Da best company when approachin business
He′ll ride wit me till da end
We all gotta friend and mine is a G U N
*50 Cent*
My Buddy, my buddy
Where ever I go, he go
My Buddy, my buddy
You can run for your life when I stick him out da window
My buddy, my buddy
I′ll lay ya ass out motha fucka its simple
Stay in yo place I recommend or say hello to my little friend
*50 Cent*
My buddy got a temper
He dyin to pop off
Last time he did da cops had da block all locked off
Take him wit me to hussle, stashed him in da trash can
My fingertips sore from four hours of back grams
You meet him
Your destination hell or heaven
Cuz I only bring him out for that 187
He dun have a heart
I juss keep feedin him shells
He get it poppin in da hood, so his name ring bells
Ms.Jones stayed on da third floor
She called da cops on me
Dey came, I ran, I had to toss my humble lil homie
Niggaz know I got new friends, so they stay in dere place kid
I stay screamin on niggaz and beatin up base heads
These niggaz sayin donnie juss like it pretend
Keep fuck around and say hello to my little friend (Gun shots)
*50 Cent*
My Buddy, my buddy
Where ever I go, he go
My Buddy, my buddy
You can run for your life when I stick him out da window
My buddy, my buddy
I′ll lay ya ass out motha fucka its simple
Stay in yo place I recommend or say hello to my little friend
*Young Buck*
We been through it all, and yet we both still leavin
We been in da box, but we both still spittin
And when it was peace
You even played yo position, got under da seat
Until we spotted our victim
At first dey wouldn′t listen until they herd you go off
Rememba it was broad daylight in da middle of New York
And lil did they know we was ready for war
I bet the nigga wish he never stuck his head out da door
See whenever you come out sumthin happen on da block
You da reason that nigga dun stop rappin like Pac
People see you and run n you aint even say shit
They juss know you aint nuttin to play wit
You stayed wit sixteen homies and one in da hole
When da first one get out da next one goes
To know in ya head you gotta know where you been
Da glock stays wit me
We friends to da end
*50 Cent*
My Buddy, my buddy
Where ever I go, he go
My Buddy, my buddy
You can run for your life when I stick him out da window
My buddy, my buddy
I′ll lay ya ass out motha fucka its simple
Stay in yo place I recommend or say hello to my little friend
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