Artist: Yung Budd f/ Buddha Monk Album: Unreleased Throwbacks, Vol. 2 Song: My Buddy Typed by: Tha Masta [Intro: Buddha Monk] Ladies and gentlemen... You just tuned into the station, Kickass My name is Row Daddy Row And tonight on our show, we got a very special guest He goes by the name of Buddy Buddy So sit back, relax and enjoy our station Kickass, KTU [Chorus 2X: Buddha Monk] My buddy, my buddy and me Everybody know it's my buddy and me [Yung Budd] Once again I'm in the studio, rhyming again You never thought you'd hear this kid shining again Rhyming since ten, never gonna stop with the pen Until my mom's begetted out, with a pocket of Yen That's when I know that I achieved every goal in my life Like I said, I'm sixteen, but I'm filled with life Chill with ice, faggots wanna chill, my spite It really doesn't matter cuz I know I'm real on the mic I'm the first on the block, with a Prada suit My shorties stay with the latest pair of Prada boots I never got nicknames cuz the game is real The nine never get dirty cuz it's stainless steel Bang with steel, you short with my grains, it peals I send niggaz to ya crib to re-arrange ya grill [Chorus 2X] [Yung Budd] You ain't a thug, nigga, you pop a gangsta bills Let me know how it is when ya gangstas kill Cuz I'ma throw a free party with my fam at ya crib Don't let ya mans jump off, I'ma empty his rib Bammer boys, but I claim, 'bout to change the game Not Crip, not Blood, but I does my thing And I know y'all niggaz waiting for that cypher dip Cuz my nigga P8 just wrapped the ship And the beef wanna die, I know that thing for a fact But it can't cuz these faggots wanna squeeze on the Mac Have problems with Crip, problems fam and Blood But the beef is dead now with Buddy Love [Chorus 2X] [Yung Budd] I know niggaz wanna see me with a hole in the neck That's why I rock the bulletproof, with a hole in the chest You see niggaz in the dirt cuz they was after the kid They tried to hit Budd up, so I was jacking the kids Cats wanna stay raw so I treat 'em like hoes Ya short with my chips, I'ma heat up they toes Eat at my foes, niggaz felt the heat when I rose That's why the cat stay hot, you'se about to be luke warm I sick the heat on ya sleeve, make you a new arm I pack new arms, niggaz hate on my flow 'Dro, dough, hoes, man, you know how we flow Take cash, never Duck-Lo, bust at folk [Chorus 4X]