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Track 3- My Buddy lyrics
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Say Hello To My Little Friend(shots-scream)...You Surrender?...Huh?... Want More?(shots-scream)...Hhhh(shots-scream) *50 Cent* My Buddy, my buddy Where ever I go, he go My Buddy, my buddy You can run for your life when I stick him out da window My buddy, my buddy I'll lay ya ass out motha fucka its simple Stay in yo place I recommend or say hello to my little friend *Lloyd Banks* Everywhere I go I gotta tag along Cuz mah buzz gettin strong and they mad I'm on He ride wit me when I pass the mall He'll wait for me on da bench when I run a game of basketball One squeeze will make a bastard fall, gasp and crawl You need a bulletproof vest, mask n all Bring ya buddy when its time to roam (Why?) Cuz I got hit last time I left mine at home My hand bling full of platinum, da shine is chrome He even got closet space inside mah home He aint never been broke, he glitchless He so reliable I bought him a rubber coat for Christmas Infared beam and a scope for distance Da best company when approachin business He'll ride wit me till da end We all gotta friend and mine is a G U N *50 Cent* My Buddy, my buddy Where ever I go, he go My Buddy, my buddy You can run for your life when I stick him out da window My buddy, my buddy I'll lay ya ass out motha fucka its simple Stay in yo place I recommend or say hello to my little friend *50 Cent* My buddy got a temper He dyin to pop off Last time he did da cops had da block all locked off Take him wit me to hussle, stashed him in da trash can My fingertips sore from four hours of back grams You meet him Your destination hell or heaven Cuz I only bring him out for that 187 He dun have a heart I juss keep feedin him shells He get it poppin in da hood, so his name ring bells Ms.Jones stayed on da third floor She called da cops on me Dey came, I ran, I had to toss my humble lil homie Niggaz know I got new friends, so they stay in dere place kid I stay screamin on niggaz and beatin up base heads These niggaz sayin donnie juss like it pretend Keep fuck around and say hello to my little friend (Gun shots) *50 Cent* My Buddy, my buddy Where ever I go, he go My Buddy, my buddy You can run for your life when I stick him out da window My buddy, my buddy I'll lay ya ass out motha fucka its simple Stay in yo place I recommend or say hello to my little friend *Young Buck* We been through it all, and yet we both still leavin We been in da box, but we both still spittin And when it was peace You even played yo position, got under da seat Until we spotted our victim At first dey wouldn't listen until they herd you go off Rememba it was broad daylight in da middle of New York And lil did they know we was ready for war I bet the nigga wish he never stuck his head out da door See whenever you come out sumthin happen on da block You da reason that nigga dun stop rappin like Pac People see you and run n you aint even say shit They juss know you aint nuttin to play wit You stayed wit sixteen homies and one in da hole When da first one get out da next one goes To know in ya head you gotta know where you been Da glock stays wit me We friends to da end *50 Cent* My Buddy, my buddy Where ever I go, he go My Buddy, my buddy You can run for your life when I stick him out da window My buddy, my buddy I'll lay ya ass out motha fucka its simple Stay in yo place I recommend or say hello to my little friend  More 50 Cent Song Lyrics
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