[Chorus: 50 Cent]</p>
                    <p>My buddy, my buddy

                      Wherever I go, he go

                      My buddy, my buddy

                      Can run for your life on the stick up out the window

                      My buddy, my buddy

                      I lay your ass out mothafucka is simple

                      Stay in your place your place I recommend or say hello to my litte friend</p>
                    <p>[Lloyd Banks]</p>
                    <p>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

                      Don't 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 mom 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 wouldn't proach in business

                      He who ride with me to the end

                      We all gotta friend

                      And mine is a G-U-N.</p>
                    <p>[Chorus: 50 Cent]</p>
                    <p>My buddy gotta temper he dyin' to pop off

                      Like Tommy 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 backround

                      She 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 Uncle little homie

                      Niggas they all got new friends so they stay in there place kid

                      I stay screamin' on niggaz and beatin' up base heads

                      These niggaz sayin' doley just like they pretend

                      Keep fuckin' around they gon say hello to my little friend.</p>
                    <p>[Chorus: 50 Cent]</p>
                    <p>[Young Buc]</p>
                    <p>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 stick his window 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.</p>
                    <p>[Chorus: 50 Cent]