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







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.







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.











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.

G-Unit歌词

G-Unit

简介： G-Unit其实是由2003年发迹的50 Cent领导的一个纽约土生土长的说唱乐团和50 Cent一样这支乐团也是组建在纽约的皇后区G-UNIT是纽约著名Rapper50Cent推出的服装品牌

[Chorus: 50 Cent]



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



[Lloyd Banks]



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.



[Chorus: 50 Cent]



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.



[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 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.



[Chorus: 50 Cent]