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| 50 Cent Get Rich or Die Trying My Buddy Chorus my buddy my buddy where ever I go, he go my buddy my buddy you can run for your life, i'm gonna stick him out the window my buddy my buddy I'll lay yo ass out, mutha fucka its simple Stay in yo place I recommend Don't say hello to my little friend (Lloyd Banks) Everwhere I go, I gotta tag along Cuz my buzz gettin strong and they mad I'm on He ride with me when I pass the mall He wait for me on the bench when I run and get my basketball One squeeze will make a bastard fall,gasp and crawl You need a bullet proof vest, mask and all You gotta bring yo buddy when its time to roam Cuz I got hit, last time I left mine at home My hand bling from the platium,the shine is chromey He even got closet space inside my home He ain't never been broke, he glitchless He's so alive boo, I bought him a rubber coat for christmas Infer red beem and a scope for distance He the best company,when approching business He gon' ride wit me til the end We all gotta friend And mine is a G-U-N (Chorus) (50 Cent) Yeah! My buddy got a temper, he dying to pop off Last time he did the cops had the block all blocked off I take him to hustle stash him in the trash can My fingertips soak for 4 hours,I bag grams Your destinations hell or heaven Cuz I only bring him out for that 187 He don't have a heart, I just keep feeding him shells He get it poppin in the hood so his name ring bells Miss Jones stay on the third floor, she call the cops on me They came, I ran, I had to toss my envelope homey Niggas no I got no friends so they stay in they place kid I stay screeming on niggas and beat up bass heads These niggas ain't down they just like to pretend Keep fuckin around they gonna say hello to my little friend (Chorus) (Young Buck) We been through it all,yeah, we both still livin We been in a box but we both still spitin And when it was peace you played your position Got under the seat til we spotted our victim They wouldn't listen til they heard you go off Remember it was broad day light in the middle of New York And little did they know we was ready for war Bet that nigga wish he never stuck his head out the door See whenever you come out something happen on the block You the reason the nigga stopped rappin like Pac People see you and run and you ain't even say shit They just know you ain't nuttin to play wit You stay wit 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 My glock stay wit me we friends til the end (Chorus) |
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