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G-Unit( G Unit )
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My Buddy
Lyricist:Thayod Ausar, Eric Banks, David Brown, Curtis James Jackson, Christopher Charl Lloyde, Marshall Mathers, Ennio Morricone, Luis Edgardo Resto
My buddy, my buddy Wherever I go, he go My buddy, my buddy You can run for your life I'ma stick him out the window
My buddy, my buddy I'll lay ya ass out, motherfucker, it's simple Stay in your place I'll recommend Or say hello to my little friend
Everywhere I go I gotta tag along 'Cause my bud's gettin' strong and they mad him on He ride with me when I pass the mall And wait for me on the bench when I run to get my basketball
One sneeze will make a bastard fall, gasp and crawl 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 mine at home
My hand bling full of platinum to shine his chrome He even got closet space inside my home He ain't never been broke, he glitchless I'm so reliable, I bought him a rubber coat for Christmas
Infrared beam and a scope for distance The best company when approachin' business He will ride with me till the end We all got a friend and mine is a G U N
My buddy, my buddy Wherever I go, he go My buddy, my buddy You can run for your life I'ma stick him out the window
My buddy, my buddy I'll lay ya ass out, motherfucker, it's simple Stay in your place I'll recommend Or say hello to my little friend
My buddy got a temper, he dyin' to pop off Last time he did the cops had the block all locked off Take him with me to hustle, stashed him in a trashcan My fingertips off before hours I bag grams
You meet him, your destination's Hell or Heaven 'Cause I only bring him out for that one eight seven He don't have a heart, I just keep feedin' him shells He get it poppin' in the hood, so his name ring bell
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Miss Jones stay on the third floor She called the cops on me They came, I ran, I had to toss my other little homey Niggas know I got new friends so they stay in their place, kid
I stay screamin' on niggas and beatin' up baseheads These niggas ain't thorough They just like to pretend, keep fuckin' 'round They gon' say hello to my little friend, friend
My buddy, my buddy Wherever I go, he go My buddy, my buddy You can run for your life I'ma stick him out the window
My buddy, my buddy I'll lay ya ass out, motherfucker, it's simple Stay in your place I'll recommend Or say hello to my little friend
We been though it all but 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 till they heard you go off Remember it was broad daylight in the middle of New York And little did they know that we was ready for war Bet the nigga wished he never stuck his head out the door
See whenever you come out, somethin' happen on the block You the reason that nigga done stopped rappin' like Pac People see you and run, and you ain't even say shit They just know you ain't nothin' to play with
You stay with sixteen homeys and one in the hole When the first one get out, the next one go To know where you headed, you got to know where you been The glock stay with me, we friends till the end
My buddy, my buddy Wherever I go, he go My buddy, my buddy You can run for your life I'ma stick him out the window
My buddy, my buddy I'll lay ya ass out, motherfucker, it's simple Stay in your place I'll recommend Or say hello to my little friend
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