#3 My Buddy lyrics

Artist  : G-unit 
Song : #3 My Buddy



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+From Scarface+

Ok...You wanna play rough!..SAY HELLO TO MY
LITTLE FRIEND!...you surrender?.....



(Chorus:50 Cent)

My buddy, my buddy, where ever i go, he go

My buddy, my buddy, go run for your life, imma
stick him out the window

My buddy, my buddy, Ill lay yo ass out
motherfucker, its simple

Stay in yo place, I recommend, or -say hello to
my little friend-



(Verse 1: Lloyd Banks)

Everywhere he go, I gotta tag along

Cuz my buzz gettin strong, and they mad I'm
on

He ride wit me, when I passed the mall

He wait for me on the bench when I run and get my
basketball

One screw will make the bastard fall, gasp and
crawl

You need a bulletproof vest, mask and all

Bring yo buddy when its time to roam(why?)

Cuz I got hit the last time I left mine at
home

My hand bling full of platinum, his shine is
chrome

He even got closet space inside my home

He aint never been broke, he glitchless

And so will I boo, I bought him a rubber coat for
Christmas

Infrared beam, and a scope for distance

The best company when approaching business

He can ride with me to the end

We all got a friend, and mine is a G-U-N



(Chorus:50 Cent)

My buddy, my buddy, where ever i go, he go

My buddy, my buddy, go run for your life, imma
stick him out the window

My buddy, my buddy, Ill lay yo ass out
motherfucker, its simple

Stay in yo place, I recommend, or -say hello to
my little friend-



(Verse 2: 50 Cent)

My buddy got a temper, he dyin to pop off

One 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 for four hours I bag grams

You need him, your destinations hell or
heaven

Cuz I only bring him out for that 187

He dont have a heart, I just keep feedin him
shells

He get it poppin in the hood, so his name ring
bells

Ms. Jones stay on the 3rd floor, she called the
cops on me

They came, I ran I had to toss my uncle off
homie

Cuz they know I got no friends, so they stay in
they place

Kid, I stay scramblin on niggas, and beatin up
base

These niggas aint thorough, they just like to
pretend

Keep fuckin around nigga, -say hello to my little
friend- (Gun Shooting)



(Chorus:50 Cent)

My buddy, my buddy, where ever i go, he go

My buddy, my buddy, go run for your life, imma
stick him out the window

My buddy, my buddy, Ill lay yo ass out
motherfucker, its simple

Stay in yo place, I recommend, or -say hello to
my little friend-



(Verse 3: Young Buck)

We been through it all, and yet we both still
livin

We been in the bars, but we both still
spittin

And when there was beef, you even played your
position

Got under the seat till we spotted our victim

At first, they wouldnt listen till they heard you
go off

Remember it was broad daylight and the middle of
New York

And little did they know, we was ready for
war

Bet the nigga wish he never stuck his head out
the door (*gunshot*)

See whenever you come out, somethin happen on the
block

You the reason that nigga stopped rappin like
Pac

People see you and run, and you aint even say
shit

They just know you aint nothin to play with

You stay with 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

The glock stay with me, we friends till the
end



(Chorus:50 Cent)

My buddy, my buddy, where ever i go, he go

My buddy, my buddy, go run for your life, im
gonna stick him out the window

My buddy, my buddy, Ill lay yo ass out
motherfucker, its simple

Stay in yo place, I recommend, or -say hello to
my little friend-



-RS