#3 my buddy

#3 my buddy Lyrics

+From Scarface+
Ok...You wanna play rough!..SAY HELLO TO MY LITTLE FRIEND!...you surrender?.....

(Chorus:50 Cent)
My buddy, my buddy, where ever i go, he go
My buddy, my buddy, go run for your life, imma stick him out the window
My buddy, my buddy, Ill lay yo ass out motherf**ker, its simple
Stay in yo place, I recommend, or -say hello to my little friend-

(Verse 1: Lloyd Banks)
Everywhere he go, I gotta tag along
Cuz my buzz gettin strong, and they mad I'm on
He ride wit me, when I passed the mall
He wait for me on the bench when I run and get my basketball
One screw will make the bastard fall, gasp and crawl
You need a bulletproof vest, mask and all
Bring yo buddy when its time to roam(why?)
Cuz I got hit the last time I left mine at home
My hand bling full of platinum, his shine is chrome
He even got closet space inside my home
He aint never been broke, he glitchless
And so will I boo, I bought him a rubber coat for Christmas
Infrared beam, and a scope for distance
The best company when approaching business
He can ride with me to the end
We all got a friend, and mine is a G-U-N

(Chorus:50 Cent)
My buddy, my buddy, where ever i go, he go
My buddy, my buddy, go run for your life, imma stick him out the window
My buddy, my buddy, Ill lay yo ass out motherf**ker, its simple
Stay in yo place, I recommend, or -say hello to my little friend-

(Verse 2: 50 Cent)
My buddy got a temper, he dyin to pop off
One 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 for four hours I bag grams
You need him, your destinations hell or heaven
Cuz I only bring him out for that 187
He dont have a heart, I just keep feedin him shells
He get it poppin in the hood, so his name ring bells
Ms. Jones stay on the 3rd floor, she called the cops on me
They came, I ran I had to toss my uncle off homie
Cuz they know I got no friends, so they stay in they place
Kid, I stay scramblin on niggas, and beatin up base
These niggas aint thorough, they just like to pretend
Keep f**kin around nigga, -say hello to my little friend- (Gun Shooting)

(Chorus:50 Cent)
My buddy, my buddy, where ever i go, he go
My buddy, my buddy, go run for your life, imma stick him out the window
My buddy, my buddy, Ill lay yo ass out motherf**ker, its simple
Stay in yo place, I recommend, or -say hello to my little friend-

(Verse 3: Young Buck)
We been through it all, and yet we both still livin
We been in the bars, but we both still spittin
And when there was beef, you even played your position
Got under the seat till we spotted our victim
At first, they wouldnt listen till they heard you go off
Remember it was broad daylight and the middle of New York
And little did they know, we was ready for war
Bet the nigga wish he never stuck his head out the door (*gunshot*)
See whenever you come out, somethin happen on the block
You the reason that nigga stopped rappin like Pac
People see you and run, and you aint even say sh*t
They just know you aint nothin 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 till the end

(Chorus:50 Cent)
My buddy, my buddy, where ever i go, he go
My buddy, my buddy, go run for your life, im gonna stick him out the window
My buddy, my buddy, Ill lay yo ass out motherf**ker, its simple
Stay in yo place, I recommend, or -say hello to my little friend-

-RS