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2 pac – fuck friendz lyrics

[2pac – over background voices]
my ghetto love song, hahaha, let’s be friends..
(where my n-gg-z at? where my n-gg-z where my b-tches?
where my n-gg-z at? where my b-tches at?
throw your hands in the air
everybody just throw your hands in the air)
let’s be friends..
(wessyde in this motherf-cker right here, wessyde..)

[2pac]
approach you and post a minute, arm on my double-r tinted
as you p-ss bye wink in my eye, freshly scented
what’s the haps baby? (wh-ssup?) come get with me and perhaps lady
you can help me multiply my stacks baby
currency seems small i need companionship (hey)
through with that – scandalous sh-t, i bet your man ain’t sh-t
so why you hesitatin actin like yo’ sh-t don’t stink
check out my – diamonds b-tch everyone gonna blink (bling bling bling)
this be a thug thang, outlaw n-gg- with riches
cream dreamin motherf-cker, on a mash for b-tches
check my resume, sippin on cristal and alize
smokin on big weed, keyed the cali way
don’t like trickin but i’ll buy you a fifth
i can’t stand no sneaker-wearin nappy head b-tch
let my pedigree, re-breed me, they’re so cheap
puttin b-tch-made bustas to sleep with no grief
mash on my so-called comp, who the man?
while i’m tuggin on yo’ main b-tch head (c’mere baby, wessyde!)
understand this, ain’t no n-gg- like me, f-ck jay-z
he broke and i smoke daily (come on y’all) baby let’s be friends

[chorus: singer + 2pac]
let’s be friends (where my n-gg-z at? come on)
you ain’t gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your
friends.. (all my n-gg-z, where my hoes at?)
why you trickin on them other hoes?
let’s be friends (where the b-tches at, where the n-gg-z with money?)
(where you at baby?)
you ain’t gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your
friends.. (cash makin hoes)
why you trickin on them other hoes?
let’s be friends

[2pac]
i met you and i stuttered in p-ssion
though slightly blinded by that -ss
it was hard to keep my d-ck in my pants
every time you p-ss got me checkin for you hardcore; starin and watchin
me and you one on one (see that b-tch) picture countless options
was it prophecy? clear as day, visions on top of me
erotic, psychotic, we posess bubonics
far from a crush i wanna bust your guts and touch
everything inside you from my head to my nuts
you got me sweatin like a fat girl goin for mine
just a skinny n-gg- f-ckin like she stole my mind
back in time i recall how she used to be
i guess money and fame made you used to me
what’s up in 9-6? fine tricks in drag
f-ck dre, tell that b-tch he can kiss my -ss
back to you, my pretty -ss caramel queen
got my hands on your thighs now
let me in between as friends

[chorus: singer + 2pac]
let’s be friends (wessyde, motherf-cker right here)
you ain’t gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your
friends.. (wessyde in this motherf-cker)
why you trickin on them other hoes?
let’s be friends (wessyde in this motherf-cker right here)
you ain’t gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your
friends.. (in this motherf-cker right here)
why you trickin on them other hoes?
let’s be friends

[2pac]
can you imagine me in player mode, rush the tricks
i got em ready for a booty call, i f-cked your b-tch (ha hah!)
was it me or the fame? my d-ck or the game?
bet i scream wessyde when i came (wessyde, ha ha ha)
scream my name, cause baby it’s delicious got a weak spot
for pretty b-tches up and down, similar to switches
my movement, baby let your back get into it
make it fluid, in and out, all around when a n-gg- do it
you got me high! let me come inside!
i love it when you get on top, baby let me ride! (let me ride!)
who wanna stop me? am i top notch?
f-ck player hatin n-gg-z cause they c-ck block (c-ck block)
you probably hate to see a real thug with vision, what’s the game?
rather see a n-gg- up in prison, why you change?
made a livin out of cuss words, liquor, and weed
a bad seed turned good – in this world of g’s
baby got me fantasizin, seein you naked
it’s the f-ck song, so check my record
and let’s be friends
(where my n-gg-z at? show me where my n-gg-z at?
where my b-tches at) thug style!

[chorus: singer + 2pac]
let’s be friends (where my n-gg-z at, where my b-tches at?)
(throw yo’ guns in the air!)
friends.. (my ghetto love song, it goes on and on and on and on)
let’s be friends (where my n-gg-z at, where my b-tches at?)
(where my n-gg-z at?)
friends.. (where my n-gg-z at, where my b-tches at?)
(where my people at? let’s be..)

[2pac]
where my people at? show me where my people at
where my people at? show me where my people at
all my n-gg-z now, just my n-gg-z come
where my n-gg-z at? just my n-gg-z now
be friends, tell me where my n-gg-z at
be friends, tell me where my b-tches at
be friends, tell me where my people at
be friends, tell me where my b-tches at
make money, take money, be friends

[chorus: singer + 2pac]
let’s be friends (get your cash on, let’s, get dough)
you ain’t gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your
friends.. (c’mon, get your cash on)
why you trickin on them other hoes?
let’s be friends (c’mon, get your cash on, let’s, get paid)
you ain’t gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your
friends.. (c’mon, getcha cash on)
why you trickin on them other hoes?
let’s be friends

make money, take money! [repeat 5x]


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