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My Buddy

This song is by G-Unit and appears on the album Beg For Mercy (2004).

:
okay you with us, huh?
you listening good?
say hello to my little friend(x2)

50 cent:
My Buddy My Buddy Wherever I go he go
My Buddy My Buddy you can run fo yo life when i stick em out tha
window
My Buddy My Buddy I lay yo ass out motha fucka its simple
Stay in your place i reccomend or say hello to my little friend

Lloyd Banks:
Everywhere i go I gotta tag along
Cuz my buzz gettin strong and they mad im on
he ride with me when i pass tha mall
he wait for me on tha bench when im on my game of basketball
one shoot'll make a bastard fall
pass em and crawl, you need a bulletproof vest, mask and all
bring your buddy when its time to roll
cuz i got hit the last time i left mine at home
a hand bling fulla platnium and shinas chrome he even got closet
space inside my home
He aint neva been broke he glitchless
And so reliable, I bought him a rubber coat for christmas
infra-red beam and a scope for distance
the best company when approachin business
my eagle ride wit me to the end we all got a friend and mine is a G-U-N

50 cent:
My Buddy My Buddy Wherever I go he go
My Buddy My Buddy you can run fo yo life when i stick em out tha
window
My Buddy My Buddy I lay yo ass out motha fucka its simple
Stay in your place i recommend or say hello to my little friend

50 cent:
My buddy gotta temper he dyin ta pop off
last time he did tha cops had the block all locked off
take him wit me to hustle stashed him in a trash can
my fingers tips soft 4 for hours i bagged grams
you meet him, ya destinations hell or heaven
cuz i only bring em out for that 187
he dont have a heart i just keep feedin him shells
he got it poppin in tha hood so his name ring bells
Ms. Jones stay on tha third floor she call tha cops on me
they came i ran i had to toss my humble lil homie
niggas small they got no friends so they stay in they place
kid i stay screamin on niggas and beatin on base heads
these niggas aint thorough they just like to pretend
keep fuckin round nigga say hello to my little friend!

50 cent:
My Buddy My Buddy Wherever I go he go
My Buddy My Buddy you can run fo yo life when i stick em out tha
window
My Buddy My Buddy I lay yo ass out motha fucka its simple
Stay in your place i reccomend or say hello to my little friend

Young Buck:
We picked em all out yet we both still livin
weve been in tha box but we both still spittin
and when it was beef u even played your position
got under the seat until we spotted our victim
at first they wouldnt listen til they heard u go off
remember it was broad daylight in tha middle of New York
and lil did they know we was ready 4 war
bet that nigga wished he neva stuck his head out tha door
see whenever u come out sumthin happens on tha block
you tha reason that nigga stopped rappin like pac
people see u n runnin n u aint even say shit
they just know u aint nuthin 2 play wit
u stay wit 16 homies, n one in tha hole
when the first one get out tha next one go
to know where u headed u gotta know where u been
tha glock stay wit me..we friends til tha end

50 cent:
My Buddy My Buddy Wherever I go he go
My Buddy My Buddy you can run fo yo life when i stick em out tha
window
My Buddy My Buddy I lay yo ass out motha fucka its simple
Stay in your place i reccomend or say hello to my little friend

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