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My Buddy歌詞
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    My buddy, my buddy

    Wherever I go, he go

    My buddy, my buddy

    Can run for your life on the stick up out the window

    My buddy, my buddy

    I lay your ass out mothafucka is simple

    Stay in your place your place I recommend or say hello to my litte friend







    Everywhere I go I gotta tag along

    Cause my buzz gettin' strong And they mad I'm on

    They ride with me when I'm past the mall

    Don't wait for me on the bench when I'm playin' a game of basketball

    One sqeeze will make a bastard fall

    Gasp and crall

    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 mom at home

    My hand bling full of platinum the shine is chrome

    He even got closet space inside of my home

    He ain't never been broke he glitchless

    So reliable I bought him a rubber coat for Christmas

    Infared beam in the scope for distance

    The best company wouldn't proach in business

    He who ride with me to the end

    We all gotta friend

    And mine is a G-U-N.







    My buddy gotta temper he dyin' to pop off

    Like Tommy did the cops had the block all locked off

    Take them with me to hustle stashed him in the trash can

    My finger tips sore for four hours I backround

    She meet him his destination hell or heaven

    Cause I only bring em out for that 187

    He dont have a heart I just keep feeding him shells

    He get it poppin' in the hood so his name ring bell

    Ms. Jones stay on the third floor she call the cops on me

    They came I ran I had to toss my Uncle little homie

    Niggas they all got new friends so they stay in there place kid

    I stay screamin' on niggaz and beatin' up base heads

    These niggaz sayin' doley just like they pretend

    Keep fuckin' around they gon say hello to my little friend.











    We been through it all 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 to they heard you go off

    Remember it was broad daylight in the middle of New York

    And little did they know we was ready for war

    Bet that nigga wished he'd never stick his window out the door

    See whenever you come out something happen on the block

    You the reason that nigga done stop rappin' like Pac

    People see you ain't run and you even say shit

    They just know you ain't nothin' to play wit

    Stay wit 16 homies and one in the hole

    When the first one get out the next one go

    To know where your headed you gotta know where you been

    The glock stay with me we friends till the end.



  • [Chorus: 50 Cent]



    My buddy, my buddy

    Wherever I go, he go

    My buddy, my buddy

    Can run for your life on the stick up out the window

    My buddy, my buddy

    I lay your ass out mothafucka is simple

    Stay in your place your place I recommend or say hello to my litte friend



    [Lloyd Banks]



    Everywhere I go I gotta tag along

    Cause my buzz gettin' strong And they mad I'm on

    They ride with me when I'm past the mall

    Don't wait for me on the bench when I'm playin' a game of basketball

    One sqeeze will make a bastard fall

    Gasp and crall

    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 mom at home

    My hand bling full of platinum the shine is chrome

    He even got closet space inside of my home

    He ain't never been broke he glitchless

    So reliable I bought him a rubber coat for Christmas

    Infared beam in the scope for distance

    The best company wouldn't proach in business

    He who ride with me to the end

    We all gotta friend

    And mine is a G-U-N.



    [Chorus: 50 Cent]



    My buddy gotta temper he dyin' to pop off

    Like Tommy did the cops had the block all locked off

    Take them with me to hustle stashed him in the trash can

    My finger tips sore for four hours I backround

    She meet him his destination hell or heaven

    Cause I only bring em out for that 187

    He dont have a heart I just keep feeding him shells

    He get it poppin' in the hood so his name ring bell

    Ms. Jones stay on the third floor she call the cops on me

    They came I ran I had to toss my Uncle little homie

    Niggas they all got new friends so they stay in there place kid

    I stay screamin' on niggaz and beatin' up base heads

    These niggaz sayin' doley just like they pretend

    Keep 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'

    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 to they heard you go off

    Remember it was broad daylight in the middle of New York

    And little did they know we was ready for war

    Bet that nigga wished he'd never stick his window out the door

    See whenever you come out something happen on the block

    You the reason that nigga done stop rappin' like Pac

    People see you ain't run and you even say shit

    They just know you ain't nothin' to play wit

    Stay wit 16 homies and one in the hole

    When the first one get out the next one go

    To know where your headed you gotta know where you been

    The glock stay with me we friends till the end.



    [Chorus: 50 Cent]