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 lay your ass out mothafucka is simple
  Stay in your place I recommend or say hello to my litte friend
  
  [Lloyd Banks]
  
  Everywhere I go I got a tag along
  Cause my buzz gettin' strong And they mad I'm on
  They ride with me when I'm past the mall
  He wait for me on the bench when I'm playin' a game of basketball
  One sqeeze will make a bastard fall
  Gasp and crall
  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 the shine is chrome
  He even got closet space inside of my home
  He ain't never been broke he glitchless
  So reliable I bought him a rubber coat for Christmas
  Infared beam in the scope for distance
  The best company when approachin' business
  He gon' ride with me to the end
  We all gotta friend
  And mine is a G-U-N.
  
  [Chorus: 50 Cent]
  
  My buddy gotta temper he dyin' to pop off
  Last time he did the cops had the block all locked off
  Take them with me to hustle stashed him in the trash can
  My finger tips sore for four hours I bagged grams
  If you meet him his destination hell or heaven
  Cause I only bring em out for that 187
  He dont have a heart I just keep feeding him shells
  He get it poppin' in the hood so his name ring bell
  Ms. Jones stay on the third floor she call 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 there place kid
  I stay screamin' on niggaz and beatin' up base heads
  These niggaz ain't thorough just like they pretend
  Keep fuckin' around they gon say hello to my little friend.
  
  [Chorus: 50 Cent]
  
  [Young Buc]
  
  We been through it all 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 to they heard you go off
  Remember it was broad daylight in the middle of New York
  And little did they know we was ready for war
  Bet that nigga wished he'd never stuck his head out the door
  See whenever you come out something happen on the block
  You the reason that nigga done stop rappin' like Pac
  People see you ain't run and you even say shit
  They just know you ain't nothin' to play wit
  Stay wit 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.
  
  [Chorus: 50 Cent]