G-unit My Buddy Lyrics

My Buddy Lyrics

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

My buddy, my buddy
Wherever I go, he go
My buddy,
my buddy
Can run for your life on the stick up out the window
My buddy, my
buddy
I lay your ass out mothafucka is simple
Stay in your place your
place I recommend or say hello to my litte friend

[Lloyd
Banks]

Everywhere I go I gotta tag along
Cause my buzz gettin' strong
And they mad I'm on
They ride with me when I'm past the mall
Don't wait
for me on the bench when I'm playin' a game of basketball
One sqeeze will
make a bastard fall
Gasp and crall
You need a bulletproof vest mask and
all
Bring your buddy when it's time to roam (why?)
Cause I got hit the
last time I left mom at home
My hand bling full of platinum the shine is
chrome
He even got closet space inside of my home
He ain't never been
broke he glitchless
So reliable I bought him a rubber coat for
Christmas
Infared beam in the scope for distance
The best company
wouldn't proach in business
He who ride with me to the end
We all gotta
friend
And mine is a G-U-N.

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

My buddy gotta
temper he dyin' to pop off
Like Tommy did the cops had the block all locked
off
Take them with me to hustle stashed him in the trash can
My finger
tips sore for four hours I backround
She meet him his destination hell or
heaven
Cause I only bring em out for that 187
He dont have a heart I just
keep feeding him shells
He get it poppin' in the hood so his name ring
bell
Ms. Jones stay on the third floor she call the cops on me
They came
I ran I had to toss my Uncle little homie
Niggas they all got new friends so
they stay in there place kid
I stay screamin' on niggaz and beatin' up base
heads
These niggaz sayin' doley just like they pretend
Keep fuckin'
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 position
Got under the seat until we spotted our
victim
At first they wouldn't listen to they heard you go off
Remember it
was broad daylight in the middle of New York
And little did they know we was
ready for war
Bet that nigga wished he'd never stick his window out the
door
See whenever you come out something happen on the block
You the
reason that nigga done stop rappin' like Pac
People see you ain't run and
you even say shit
They just know you ain't nothin' to play wit
Stay wit
16 homies and one in the hole
When the first one get out the next one
go
To know where your headed you gotta know where you been
The glock stay
with me we friends till the end.

[Chorus: 50 Cent]