Rabz - Yur Buddy Mixtape Remix - Ft. Nas lyrics

Yur Buddy MixTape Remix Lloyd Banks Everywhere I go, I gotta tag along Cause my bud's getting strong and they mad him on He ride with me when I pa** the mall And wait for me on the bench when I run to get my basketball One sneeze'll make a ba*tard fall, gasp and crawl 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 to shine his chrome He even got closet space inside my home He ain't never been broke, he glitchless I'm so reliable, I bought him a rubber coat for Christmas Infrared beam and a scope for distance The best company when approacing business He will ride with me 'til the end We all got a friend and mine is a G-U-N [Verse 1 - Rabz] Hats off, to da rich ones who flash and floss Pour some liquors out to my dogs trapped up north Reminisce on the deceased who no longer exist Only wishin' we could bring them back with songs like dis Old flicks on us chillin' wit da old time click Holdin' nines, thoughts of d**h, not our lives we risk How it use to be, early morn, pumpin' in shifts Jakes wit pale faces in the night is the scariest They handcuff me, they knew my government and alias Various calls were made up for awarin' us The D's in the marked vans and cabs In our land, hoodrats get stapped by n***as who forty Turnin' out young lady's and make them make thoughties Got them coked out, the hood is bugged out Thug babies, famous in they strollers Before they walk they knew the hood talk It's in the air of New York So everybody'll pick em up, kissin em up Treatin' them like they own, in dis hood we call home Fist fight till we grown and these guns come out Circle of life, it's kinda deep how we end out. hahahah [Verse 3 - Nas ] (Millennium Thug, Horse, Jungle, Wiz) Yo, aiyyo, who da f** wanna war I got a four four, pierce ya'll n***as jaw You see me thugged out, iced out, Guinness Stout Hopin' out the Range wit da gun out Smack your man down, you ran off I was gonna hit him with two, I left some for you I put four, LK rugged and raw I got somethin' for these rap cats, fish held back gats Scope wit a beam on it, loc put your cream on it Shine don't scheme on it, I make your dream about it Forever, whatever whatever get gully Shots thru your leather and clothe, With your skelly off Break ya'll clowns off