G-Unit – My Buddy

My Buddy is an astonishing hip hop and rap masterpiece coming from a well-known American rap group called, G-Unit.

This intriguing record which appeared as Track 03 on their top charting album project called “Beg For Mercy” was officially released on 14 November 2003.

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LYRICS

Yeah, okay, what is going on, huh?

You wanna play rough? Okay

Say hello to my little friend

Yeah, okay, what is going on, huh?

You want war?

My buddy, my buddy

Wherever I go, he go

My buddy, my buddy

You can run for your life, when I stick him out the window

My buddy, my buddy

I’ll lay ya ass out, motherfucker, it’s simple

Stay in your place, I recommend

Or say hello to my little friend

Everywhere I go, I gotta tag along

‘Cause my buzz getting strong and they mad I’m 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’ll 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

He’s so reliable, I bought him a rubber coat for Christmas

Infrared beam and a scope for distance

The best company when approaching business

He gon’ ride with me ’til 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, when I stick him out the window

My buddy, my buddy

I’ll lay ya ass out, motherfucker, it’s simple

Stay in your place, I recommend

Or say hello to my little friend

My buddy got a temper, he dying 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 soft, for four hours I bag grams

You meet him, your destination’s hell or heaven

‘Cause I only bring him out for that 187

He don’t have a heart, I just keep feeding him shells

He get it popping in the hood, so his name rings bells

Ms. Jones stay on the third floor, she called the cops on me

They came, I ran, I had to toss my other little homie

Niggas know I got new friends so they stay in their place, kid

I stay screaming on niggas and beating up base heads

These niggas ain’t thorough, they just like to pretend

Keep fucking ’round, they gon’ say hello to my little friend

My buddy, my buddy

Wherever I go, he go

My buddy, my buddy

You can run for your life, when I stick him out the window

My buddy, my buddy

I’ll lay ya ass out, motherfucker, it’s simple

Stay in your place, I recommend

Or say hello to my little friend

We been through it all but yet we both still living

We been in a box but we both still spitting

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 ’til 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 wish he never stuck his head out the door

See whenever you come out, something happen on the block

You the reason that nigga done stopped rapping like Pac

People see you and run, and you ain’t even say shit

They just know you ain’t nothing to play with

You stay with 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

The Glock stay with me, we friends ’til the end

My buddy, my buddy

Wherever I go, he go

My buddy, my buddy

You can run for your life, when I stick him out the window

My buddy, my buddy

I’ll lay ya ass out, motherfucker, it’s simple

Stay in your place, I recommend

Or say hello to my little friend