(Chours)
my buddy
my buddy
where ever I go, he go
my buddy
my buddy
you can run for your life, i'm gonna stick him out the window
my buddy 
my buddy
I'll lay yo ass out, mutha fucka its simple

Stay in yo place
I recommend
Or say hello to my little friend

(Lloyd Banks)

Everwhere I go, I gotta tag along
Cuz my buzz gettin strong and they mad I'm on
He ride with me when I pass the mall
He wait for me on the bench when I run and get my basketball
One squeeze will make a bastard fall,gasp and crawl
You need a bullet proof vest, mask and all
You gotta bring yo buddy when its time to roam
Cuz I got hit, last time I left mine at home
My hand bling from the platium,the shine is chromey
He even got closet space inside my home
He ain't never been broke, he glitchless
He's so alive boo, I bought him a rubber coat for christmas
Infer red beem and a scope for distance
He the best company,when approching business
He gon' ride wit me til the end
We all gotta friend
And mine is a G-U-N

(Chours)

(50 Cent)

Yeah!
My buddy got a temper, he dying to pop off
Last time he did the cops had the block all blocked off
I take him to hustle stash him in the trash can
My fingertips soak for 4 hours,I bag grams
Your destinations hell or heaven
Cuz I only bring him 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 bells
Miss Jones stay on the third floor, she call the cops on me 
They came, I ran, I had to toss my envelope homey
Niggas no I got no friends so they stay in they place kid
I stay screeming on niggas and beat up bass heads
These niggas ain't down they just like to pretend
Keep fuckin around they gonna say hello to my little friend

(Chours)

(Young Buck)

We been through it all,yeah, we both still livin
We been in a box but we both still spitin
And when it was peace you played your position
Got under the seat til we spotted our victim
They wouldn't listen til they heard you go off
Remember it was broad day light in the middle of New York
And little did they know we was ready for war
Bet that nigga wish he never stuck his head out the door
See whenever you come out something happen on the block
You the reason the nigga stopped rappin like Pac
People see you and run and you ain't even say shit
They just know you ain't nuttin to play wit
You stay wit 16 homies and one in the hole
When the first one get out the next one go
To know where you headed you gotta know where you been
My glock stay wit me we friends til the end

(Chours)