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My buddy, my buddy 
Wherever I go, he go 
My buddy, my buddy 
You can run for your life, I'ma 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 

[Lloyd Banks] 
Everywhere I go, I gotta tag along 
Cause my bud's getting strong and they mad him on 
He ride with me when I pass the mall 
And wait for me on the bench when I run to get my basketball 
One sneeze'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 
I'm so reliable, I bought him a rubber coat for Christmas 
Infrared beam and a scope for distance 
The best company when approacing business 
He will ride with me 'til the end 
We all got a friend and mine is a G-U-N 

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[50 Cent] 
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 off before 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 3rd floor, she called the cops on me 
They came, I ran, I had to toss my other little homey 
Niggas know I got new friends so they stay in their place, kid 
I stay screaming on niggas and beating up baseheads 
These niggas ain't thorough, they just like to pretend 
Keep fucking 'round they gon' say hello to my little friend 

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[Young Buck] 
We been though 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 way 
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 sixteen homeys, and one in the hole 
When the first one get out, the next one go 
To know where you headed, you got to know where you been 
The glock stay with me, we friends 'til the end 

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