50 Cent

50 Cent - My Buddy lyrics

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(Scarface:)



Ya...Ok...You Surrender?...Huh?...You Wanna Play Rough...Ok...

Say Hello To My Little Friend(shots-scream)...You Surrender?...Huh?...

Want More?(shots-scream)...Hhhh(shots-scream)



(50 Cent:)



My Buddy, my buddy

Where ever I go, he go

My Buddy, my buddy

You can run for your life imma 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

Don't 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 gon 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 imma 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 imma 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 beef

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 imma 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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