[Chorus - 50 Cent]. 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. [Chorus]. [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. [Gunshots]. [Chorus]. [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. [Chorus]. [Outro - "Scarface" clip gunshots]