Yur Buddy MixTape Remix



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



[Verse 1 - Rabz]

Hats off, to da rich ones who flash and floss

Pour some liquors out to my dogs trapped up north

Reminisce on the deceased who no longer exist

Only wishin' we could bring them back with songs like dis

Old flicks on us chillin' wit da old time click

Holdin' nines, thoughts of death, not our lives we risk

How it use to be, early morn, pumpin' in shifts

Jakes wit pale faces in the night is the scariest

They handcuff me, they knew my government and alias

Various calls were made up for awarin' us

The D's in the marked vans and cabs

In our land, hoodrats get stapped by niggas who forty

Turnin' out young lady's and make them make thoughties

Got them coked out, the hood is bugged out

Thug babies, famous in they strollers

Before they walk they knew the hood talk

It's in the air of New York

So everybody'll pick em up, kissin em up

Treatin' them like they own, in dis hood we call home

Fist fight till we grown and these guns come out

Circle of life, it's kinda deep how we end out. hahahah



[Verse 3 - Nas ] (Millennium Thug, Horse, Jungle, Wiz)

Yo, aiyyo, who da fuck wanna war

I got a four four, pierce ya'll niggas jaw

You see me thugged out, iced out, Guinness Stout

Hopin' out the Range wit da gun out

Smack your man down, you ran off

I was gonna hit him with two, I left some for you

I put four, LK rugged and raw

I got somethin' for these rap cats, fish held back gats

Scope wit a beam on it, loc put your cream on it

Shine don't scheme on it, I make your dream about it

Forever, whatever whatever get gully

Shots thru your leather and clothe, With your skelly off

Break ya'll clowns off




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