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