G-unit - My Buddy lyrics

[Chorus: 50 Cent] My buddy, my buddy Wherever I go, he go My buddy, my buddy You can run for your life I'll stick 'em out the window My buddy, my buddy I lay your a** out mothaf**a is simple Stay in your place I recommend or say hello to my little friend [Lloyd Banks] Everywhere I go I gotta tag along Cause my buzz gettin' strong And they mad I'm on He ride with me when I pa** the mall And wait for me on the bench when I run a game of basketball One squeeze will make a ba*tard 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 mine 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 Infrared beam in the scope for distance The best company when approaching 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 Last time he 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 bagged grams She meet him his destination hell or heaven Cause I only bring em out for that 187 He don't 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 other little homie n***as they all got new friends so they stay in there place kid I stay screamin' on n***az and beatin' up base heads These n***az is lyin they just like they pretend Keep f**in' around they gon say hello to my little friend. [Chorus: 50 Cent] [Young Buck] 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 n***a wished he'd never stick his head out the door See whenever you come out something happen on the block You the reason that n***a done stop rappin' like Pac People see you ain't run and you even say sh** 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]