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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
50 Cent
Vocals
Lloyd Banks
Vocals
Young Buck
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Walter Donaldson
Composer
Curtis James Jackson
Songwriter
Christopher Lloyd
Songwriter
David Brown
Songwriter
Gus Kahn
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Thayod Ausar
Producer
Eminem
Mixing Engineer
Luis Resto
Additional Producer
Mike Strange
Recording Engineer
Sha Money XL
Recording Engineer
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
My buddy, my buddy
Wherever I go, he go
My buddy, my buddy
You can run for your life when I stick 'em out the window
My buddy, my buddy
I lay your ass out
Motherfucker, it's simple
Stay in your place, I recommend, or say hello to my little friend
[Verse 2]
Everywhere I go, I gotta tag along
'Cause my buzz gettin' strong and they mad I'm on
They ride with me when I'm past the mall
And wait for me on the bench when I'm running a game of basketball
One squeeze 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
[Verse 3]
My hand bling full of platinum, the shine is chrome
He even got closet space inside my home
He ain't never been broke, he glitch-less and so reliable
I bought him a rubber coat for Christmas
Infrared beam in the scope for distance
The best company when approaching business
He who ride with me to the end, we all got a friend
And mine is a G-U-N
[Verse 4]
My buddy, my buddy
Wherever I go, he go
My buddy, my buddy
You can run for your life when I stick 'em out the window
My buddy, my buddy
I lay your ass out
Motherfucker, it's simple
Stay in your place, I recommend, or say hello to my little friend
[Verse 5]
My buddy gotta 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 the trash can
My finger tips sore for four hours, I bagged grams
You meet him, your destination's Hell or Heaven
'Cause I only bring 'em out for that 187
He don't have a heart, I just keep feeding him shells
He get it poppin' in the hood so his name ring bell
[Verse 6]
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
**** know I got new friends, so they stay in their place, kid
I stay screamin' on **** and beatin' up base heads
These **** ain't thorough, they just like they pretend
Keep fuckin' around they gon' say hello to my little friend
[Verse 7]
My buddy, my buddy
Wherever I go, he go
My buddy, my buddy
You can run for your life when I stick 'em out the window
My buddy, my buddy
I lay your ass out
Motherfucker, it's simple
Stay in your place, I recommend, or say hello to my little friend
[Verse 8]
We been through it all and 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 it, we was ready for war
Bet that **** wished he'd never stuck his head out the door
[Verse 9]
See whenever you come out, something happen on the block
You the reason that **** done stop 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
Stay with 16 homies and one in the hole
When the first one get out, the next one go
To know where your headed you gotta know where you been
The glock stay with me, we friends till the end
[Verse 10]
My buddy, my buddy
Wherever I go, he go
My buddy, my buddy
You can run for your life when I stick 'em out the window
My buddy, my buddy
I lay your ass out
Motherfucker, it's simple
Stay in your place, I recommend, or say hello to my little friend
Written by: C. Lloyd, Curtis James Jackson, D Brown, David Darnell Brown, Ennio Morricone, Eric Banks, Luis Resto, Marshall Mathers, Walter Donaldson