- Votes:
- Composers:
- Husbands
- Garrick / Williams
- Leroy / Dean
- Mike / Brown
- Ricardo / Arnaud
- Delmar Drew / Ellis
- Jerold D Jr.
 
- Genres:
- Hip-Hop
 
- Tags:
- g unit
- gangsta rap
- rap
 
- See also:
G-Unit - My Buddy lyrics
My buddy, my buddy
 Wherever I go, he go
 My buddy, my buddy
 You can run for your life
 I'ma stick him out the window
 My buddy, my buddy
 I'll lay ya ass out, motherfucker, it's simple
 Stay in your place I'll recommend
 Or say hello to my little friend
 Everywhere I go I gotta tag along
 'Cause my bud's gettin' strong and they mad him on
 He ride with me when I pass the mall
 And wait for me on the bench when I run to get my basketball
 One sneeze will make a bastard fall, gasp and crawl
 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 mine at home
 My hand bling full of platinum to shine his chrome
 He even got closet space inside my home
 He ain't never been broke, he glitchless
 I'm so reliable, I bought him a rubber coat for Christmas
 Infrared beam and a scope for distance
 The best company when approachin' business
 He will ride with me till the end
 We all got a friend and mine is a G U N
 My buddy, my buddy
 Wherever I go, he go
 My buddy, my buddy
 You can run for your life
 I'ma stick him out the window
 My buddy, my buddy
 I'll lay ya ass out, motherfucker, it's simple
 Stay in your place I'll recommend
 Or say hello to my little friend
 My buddy got a temper, he dyin' to pop off
 Last 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 before hours I bag grams
 You meet him, your destination's Hell or Heaven
 'Cause I only bring him out for that one eight seven
 He don't have a heart, I just keep feedin' him shells
 He get it poppin' in the hood, so his name ring bell
 G-Unit - My Buddy - http://motolyrics.com/g-unit/my-buddy-lyrics.html
 Miss Jones stay on the third floor
 She called the cops on me
 They came, I ran, I had to toss my other little homey
 Niggas know I got new friends so they stay in their place, kid
 I stay screamin' on niggas and beatin' up baseheads
 These niggas ain't thorough
 They just like to pretend, keep fuckin' 'round
 They gon' say hello to my little friend, friend
 My buddy, my buddy
 Wherever I go, he go
 My buddy, my buddy
 You can run for your life
 I'ma stick him out the window
 My buddy, my buddy
 I'll lay ya ass out, motherfucker, it's simple
 Stay in your place I'll recommend
 Or say hello to my little friend
 We been though 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 played your position
 Got under the seat until we spotted our victim
 At first they wouldn't listen till they heard you go off
 Remember it was broad daylight in the middle of New York
 And little did they know that we was ready for war
 Bet the nigga wished he never stuck his head out the door
 See whenever you come out, somethin' happen on the block
 You the reason that nigga done stopped 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 homeys and one in the hole
 When the first one get out, the next one go
 To know where you headed, you got to know where you been
 The glock stay with me, we friends till the end
 My buddy, my buddy
 Wherever I go, he go
 My buddy, my buddy
 You can run for your life
 I'ma stick him out the window
 My buddy, my buddy
 I'll lay ya ass out, motherfucker, it's simple
 Stay in your place I'll recommend
 Or say hello to my little friend













