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G-unit - My Buddy - текст песни, видео

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Новый альбом группы 'Черный Кузнец' по культовому сериалу 'Сверхъестественное'!
[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]
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