[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]