My Buddy

[Verse 1: Jadakiss] I don't take a lot of advice My lifestyle's product and dice And guns that'll target your pipe It's sort of life approaching the don Wrong word, wrong vibe Four-five will leave most of you harmed Move coke through the ocean Paid off the coast guard Sailed out to Cuba made dure shit's potent Violence with caution And ain't too many niggas you know That got polished transporting Egg-nog whip, four door Ferrari Two M16's, I beg ya'll flip I'm the hardest nigga you know Check it out, turned forty keys to eighty When I get in the dough So I flash like cameras, blast like hammers I worry 'bout you lil niggas just like your grandmas Get shit jumping like the play offs Every twenty minutes a day Give or take, I knock a K off Been in the hood for real long Catch me anywhere and I got a half a mil on Jada, kiss you now, you die now Why later? Double R and D-Block [Verse 2: Sheek Louch] All these sweet ass niggas give me space Basic look, something light but I'm heavy at chase Let the nine blow out your face Better hope I roll 4,5,6, cause it's on if I ace Motherfuckers ain't hard, you pussy god I treat the whole New York like the yard Stick to myself, nigga front, Sheek pulling his card I don't think these niggas got brains Knowing that I'm working with, ahh, little bit of change And will hop out the drivers side of the Range And shoot all around like a young Dan Ainge Sheek get it popping like a dope head's veins With two dancers with me but not like Kane's You as fake as these T.V. shows I ain't watching but I know how the ending goes Mad holes through the side of your Benz Everybody running off, nothing like the finale of Friends You talk greezy but it's only talk You don't mean no harm like George do Weezie When Sheek have beef it's like Dre and Eazy Big and Pac, somebody better leave me It's D-Block, celebrate nigga Everything cool, I got my smoke and lil bit of liquor