Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My Buddy, artist - G-Unit. Album song Beg For Mercy, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: G Unit, Interscope
Song language: English
My Buddy |
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 glichless |
? |
I bought him a rubber coat for christmas |
info-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 reccomend 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 |