My buddy, my buddy 
Wherever I go, he go 
My buddy, my buddy 
You [bad word] for your life
when I stick him out the window 
My buddy, my buddy 
I lay your [bad word] out [bad word] is simple

Stay in your place I [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] coat for Christmas 
Infared beam in the scope for distance

The [bad word] when approachin' business 
He gon' ride with me to the end 
We all
gotta friend 
And mine is a G-U-N. 
 [bad word]  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 [bad word] 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 [bad word]  around they gon say hello to my little friend. 
 [bad word]  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 [bad word] wished he'd never stuck his head out the door 
See
whenever [bad word] out something happen on the block 
You the reason that [bad word] done stop rappin'
like Pac 
People see you [bad word] and you even say [bad word] 
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. 
 [bad word]  50 Cent]