Lirik Lagu My Buddy - G-Unit
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[Chorus: 50 Cent]
My buddy, my buddyWherever I go, he goMy buddy, my buddyCan run for your life on the stick up out the windowMy buddy, my buddyI lay your ass out mothafucka is simpleStay in your place I recommend or say hello to my litte friend
[Lloyd Banks]
Everywhere I go I gotta tag alongCause my buzz gettin' strong And they mad I'm onThey ride with me when I'm past the mallDon't wait for me on the bench when I'm running a game of basketballOne sqeeze will make a bastard fallGasp and crallYou need a bulletproof vest mask and allBring your buddy when it's time to roam (why?)Cause I got hit the last time I left mine at homeMy hand bling full of platinum the shine is chromeHe even got closet space inside of my homeHe ain't never been broke he glitchlessSo reliable I bought him a rubber coat for ChristmasInfared beam in the scope for distanceThe best company wouldn't proach in businessHe who ride with me to the endWe all gotta friendAnd mine is a G-U-N.
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
My buddy gotta temper he dyin' to pop offLike Tommy did the cops had the block all locked offTake them with me to hustle stashed him in the trash canMy finger tips sore for four hours I backroundShe meet him his destination hell or heavenCause I only bring em out for that 187He dont have a heart I just keep feeding him shellsHe get it poppin' in the hood so his name ring bellMs. Jones stay on the third floor she call the cops on meThey came I ran I had to toss my Uncle little homieNiggas they all got new friends so they stay in there place kidI stay screamin' on niggaz and beatin' up base headsThese niggaz sayin' doley just like they pretendKeep 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&#
My buddy, my buddyWherever I go, he goMy buddy, my buddyCan run for your life on the stick up out the windowMy buddy, my buddyI lay your ass out mothafucka is simpleStay in your place I recommend or say hello to my litte friend
[Lloyd Banks]
Everywhere I go I gotta tag alongCause my buzz gettin' strong And they mad I'm onThey ride with me when I'm past the mallDon't wait for me on the bench when I'm running a game of basketballOne sqeeze will make a bastard fallGasp and crallYou need a bulletproof vest mask and allBring your buddy when it's time to roam (why?)Cause I got hit the last time I left mine at homeMy hand bling full of platinum the shine is chromeHe even got closet space inside of my homeHe ain't never been broke he glitchlessSo reliable I bought him a rubber coat for ChristmasInfared beam in the scope for distanceThe best company wouldn't proach in businessHe who ride with me to the endWe all gotta friendAnd mine is a G-U-N.
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
My buddy gotta temper he dyin' to pop offLike Tommy did the cops had the block all locked offTake them with me to hustle stashed him in the trash canMy finger tips sore for four hours I backroundShe meet him his destination hell or heavenCause I only bring em out for that 187He dont have a heart I just keep feeding him shellsHe get it poppin' in the hood so his name ring bellMs. Jones stay on the third floor she call the cops on meThey came I ran I had to toss my Uncle little homieNiggas they all got new friends so they stay in there place kidI stay screamin' on niggaz and beatin' up base headsThese niggaz sayin' doley just like they pretendKeep 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&#
