G-unit #3 My Buddy Lyrics

#3 My Buddy Lyrics










  
 
 
 
 
 
 
  








+From Scarface+

Ok...You wanna play rough!..SAY HELLO TO MY LITTLE FRIEND!...you
surrender?.....



(Chorus:50 Cent)

My buddy, my buddy, where ever i go, he go

My buddy, my buddy, go run for your life, imma stick him out the window

My buddy, my buddy, Ill lay yo ass out motherfucker, its simple

Stay in yo place, I recommend, or -say hello to my little friend-



(Verse 1: Lloyd Banks)

Everywhere he go, I gotta tag along

Cuz my buzz gettin strong, and they mad I'm on

He ride wit me, when I passed the mall

He wait for me on the bench when I run and get my basketball

One screw will make the bastard fall, gasp and crawl

You need a bulletproof vest, mask and all

Bring yo buddy when its time to roam(why?)

Cuz I got hit the last time I left mine at home

My hand bling full of platinum, his shine is chrome

He even got closet space inside my home

He aint never been broke, he glitchless

And so will I boo, I bought him a rubber coat for Christmas

Infrared beam, and a scope for distance

The best company when approaching business

He can ride with me to the end

We all got a friend, and mine is a G-U-N



(Chorus:50 Cent)

My buddy, my buddy, where ever i go, he go

My buddy, my buddy, go run for your life, imma stick him out the window

My buddy, my buddy, Ill lay yo ass out motherfucker, its simple

Stay in yo place, I recommend, or -say hello to my little friend-



(Verse 2: 50 Cent)

My buddy got a temper, he dyin to pop off

One time he did the cops had the block all locked off

Take him with me to hustle, stashed him in a trashcan

My fingertips off for four hours I bag grams

You need him, your destinations hell or heaven

Cuz I only bring him out for that 187

He dont have a heart, I just keep feedin him shells

He get it poppin in the hood, so his name ring bells

Ms. Jones stay on the 3rd floor, she called the cops on me

They came, I ran I had to toss my uncle off homie

Cuz they know I got no friends, so they stay in they place

Kid, I stay scramblin on niggas, and beatin up base

These niggas aint thorough, they just like to pretend

Keep fuckin around nigga, -say hello to my little friend- (Gun Shooting)



(Chorus:50 Cent)

My buddy, my buddy, where ever i go, he go

My buddy, my buddy, go run for your life, imma stick him out the window

My buddy, my buddy, Ill lay yo ass out motherfucker, its simple

Stay in yo place, I recommend, or -say hello to my little friend-



(Verse 3: Young Buck)

We been through it all, and yet we both still livin

We been in the bars, but we both still spittin

And when there was beef, you even played your position

Got under the seat till we spotted our victim

At first, they wouldnt listen till they heard you go off

Remember it was broad daylight and the middle of New York

And little did they know, we was ready for war

Bet the nigga wish he never stuck his head out the door (*gunshot*)

See whenever you come out, somethin happen on the block

You the reason that nigga stopped rappin like Pac

People see you and run, and you aint even say shit

They just know you aint nothin to play with

You stay with 16 homies, and one in the hole

When the first one get out, the next one go

To know where you headed, you gotta know where you been

The glock stay with me, we friends till the end



(Chorus:50 Cent)

My buddy, my buddy, where ever i go, he go

My buddy, my buddy, go run for your life, im gonna stick him out the window

My buddy, my buddy, Ill lay yo ass out motherfucker, its simple

Stay in yo place, I recommend, or -say hello to my little friend-



-RS