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