"My Buddy" Lyrics

[JTSimon]

G-Unit Beg For Mercy
My Buddy Lyrics

(Chorus)

My Buddy, My Buddy
Whereever I go he goess...
My Buddy, My Buddy
You can run for your life im'a stick him out the windowww
My Buddy, My Buddy
I lay ya azz out muthafucka its simpleee
Stay in your place I recommend, or say hello to my little friend

[Banks]

Everywhere I go I got a tag along
Cuz my buzz gettin strong and they mad im on
He ride with me when I pass the mall
And wait for me on the bench when I run a game of basketball
One squeeze would make a bastard fall,
gasp and crawl, nead a bulletproof vest, mask and all
Bring your buddy when it time to roam (why?)
Cuz I got hit last time I left mines at home
My hand bling full of platinum and shine his crome
He even got closet space inside my home
He aint never been broke, hes glithless
So reliable I bought him a rubber coat for christmas
Infared beam, and a scope for distance
The best company when approachin bussiness
He even rides with me to the end
We all got a friend, and mines is a G-U-N

(Chorus)

My Buddy, My Buddy
Whereever I go he goess...
My Buddy, My Buddy
You can run for your life im'a stick him out the windowww
My Buddy, My Buddy
I lay ya azz out muthafucka its simpleee
Stay in your place I recommend, or say hello to my little friend

[Fifty]

My buddy got a temper, he diein to pop off
The last time he did, the cops had the block on lock off
They him with me to hustle, stash him in the trashcan
My fingertips soft, for four hours I bag grams
you meet him... your desination is hell or heaven
cuz I only bring him out for that 1-8-7
he doesn't have a heart, so I just keep feedin` hims shells
he get it popin in the hood, so his name ring bells
Ms. Jones stay on the 3rd floor, she call the cops on me
they came, I ran my ass and toss my humble little homie
little snog got new friends, so they stay in there place
I stay schemin on niggas and beatin up bassheads
these niggas ain't thural they just like to pretend
keep fuckin around and they say hello to my little friend

(Chorus)

My Buddy, My Buddy
Whereever I go he goess...
My Buddy, My Buddy
You can run for your life im'a stick him out the windowww
My Buddy, My Buddy
I lay ya azz out muthafucka its simpleee
Stay in your place I recommend, or say hello to my little friend

[Buck]

We been through it all but yet we both still livin
we been in a box but we both still spittin
and when there was beef you even play your position
got under the seat till we spotted our victim
at first they didnt listen till they heard you go off
remember it was broad daylight in the middle of new york
a little did they know that we were ready for war
bet that nigga wish he never suck his head out the door
see whenever you come out somethin` happen on the block
you that reason that nigga stop rappin like Pac
people see you and run and you ain't even say shit
they just know you ain't nothin to play with
you stay with sixteen homies an one in the hole
when the first one gets out... the next one goes
to know where headed, you gotta know where you been
the glock stay wit me, we friends to the end


(Chorus)

My Buddy, My Buddy
Whereever I go he goess...
My Buddy, My Buddy
You can run for your life im'a stick him out the windowww
My Buddy, My Buddy
I lay ya azz out muthafucka its simpleee
Stay in your place I recommend, or say hello to my little friend


from D12World/50 Cent section

[Noon Bank$]

THANKS

[N-Sane Brain]

Doesn't Banks say "Tech" in his first line? Sounds logic, 'cause they're rappin' about their guns. Buck's Line "You stay with sixteen homies an one in the hole/ When the first one gets out, the next one goes" is very tight

BTW: That Tony Montana sample sounds amazing over this beat at the beginning.

[eS El Duque]

heh...i need the lyrics for "lay you down"...banks verse is nutz

[Jome]

heh...i need the lyrics for "lay you down"...banks verse is nutz

[Lloyd Banks]
A bitch know it's a issue if I stop the checker
Nigga all I got is hot shit, the kids call me Dr. Pepper
And I don't mean the soda, (no) the sixteen top shot loader
I'ma bend yo ass up like yoga (yeeeah), you fuckin' with a soldier
Selling tickets for a first class trip, to a hospital foldup (?)
And please keep talking, so we can spread your feet
And have you on your boulevard C-walking
The birds keep hawkin', (why?) cuz I'm heard in every CD and walkman from D.C. to Boston
I laugh at (??), bitch I don't argue
I leave a print in yo azz, I'ma Karate Kid
The niggaz that I be with, got guns on the big body tip
If they pull out, you'll probably shit
(??) in every day pictures
Plus I +light up trees+ like every day's christmas

[Young Dan Iza]

man they jacked some of this hook offa a tv commercial from back in teh 80s advertising a doll