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My buddy, my buddy
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Wherever I go, he go
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My buddy, my buddy
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You can run for your life and I'll stick him out the window
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My buddy, my buddy
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I lay your ass out mothafucka is simple
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Stay in your place I recommend or say hello to my litte friend
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[Lloyd Banks]
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Everywhere I go I got a tag along
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Cause my buzz gettin' strong And they mad I'm on
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They ride with me when I'm past the mall
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He wait for me on the bench when I'm playin' a game of basketball
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One squeeze will make a bastard fall
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Gasp and crawl
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You need a bulletproof vest mask and all
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Bring your buddy when it's time to roam (why?)
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Cause I got hit the last time I left mine at home
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My hand bling full of platinum the shine is chrome
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He even got closet space inside of my home
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He ain't never been broke he glitchless
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So reliable I bought him a rubber coat for Christmas
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Infrared beam and a scope for distance
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The best company when approachin' business
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He gon' ride with me to the end
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We all gotta friend
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And mine is a G-U-N.
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[Chorus: 50 Cent]
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My buddy gotta temper he dyin' to pop off
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Last time he did the cops had the block all locked off
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Take them with me to hustle stashed him in the trash can
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My finger tips sore for four hours I bagged grams
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If you meet him his destination hell or heaven
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Cause I only bring em out for that 187
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He dont have a heart I just keep feeding him shells
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He get it poppin' in the hood so his name ring bells
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Ms. Jones stay on the third floor she call the cops on me
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They came I ran I had to toss my other little homie
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Niggas know I got new friends so they stay in there place kid
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I stay screamin' on niggaz and beatin' up base heads
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These niggaz ain't thorough they just like ta pretend
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Keep fuckin' around they gon say hello to my little friend.
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[Chorus: 50 Cent]
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[Young Buc]
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We been through it all yet we both still livin'
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We been in a box but we both still spittin'
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And when there was beef you even played your position
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Got under the seat until we spotted our victim
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At first they wouldn't listen til they heard you go off
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Remember it was broad daylight in the middle of New York
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And little did they know we was ready for war
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Bet that nigga wished he'd never stuck his head out the door
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See whenever you come out something happen on the block
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You the reason that nigga done stop rappin' like Pac
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People see you and run and you even say shit
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They just know you ain't nothin' to play wit
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Stay wit 16 homies and one in the hole
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When the first one get out the next one go
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To know where your headed you gotta know where you been
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The glock stay with me we friends till the end.
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My buddy
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