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2pac – fuck friends lyrics

oh, who ho, ho
live from the crazy house
you heard that sh-t n-gg-
live from the crazy house

yo that n-gg- be crazy as h-ll
(hey yo, what you doing with that big -ss n-gg- anyway?)
my ghetto love song
(set it off, set it off)
let’s be friends

where my n-gg-z at, where my n-gg-z, where my n-gg-z
where my n-gg-z, where my n-gg-z at
where my real n-gg-z at, all my real n-gg-z
throw you mother f-cking hands up

c’mon, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s see you throw you hands in the air
throw ’em, throw ’em, throw ’em
west side in this mother f-cker right here, west side
throw you hands in the air
let me see you just throw you hands in the air

approach you and posed a minute, all on my double r tinted
as you p-ss bye, winkin’ my eye, freshly scented
what’s the haps baby, look, get with me and perhaps lady
you can help me multiply my stacks baby

currency seems small i need companionship
do with that scandalous sh-t
i bet your man ain’t sh-t
so why you hesitating, actin’ like your sh-t don’t stink
check out my diamonds

b-tch everyone gon’ blink, this be a thug thing, outlaw
n-gg- with riches cream dreamin’ m-th- f-cka
on a mash for b-tches
check my resume, sippin’ on crystal and alize

smoking on big weed, key’d the cali way
don’t like trickin’ but i’ll buy you a fit
i can’t stand no sneaker wearing, nappy haired b-tch
let my pedigree read briefly, their so cheap

puttin’ b-tch made bustas to sleep with no grief
mash on my so called car
who the man while i’m tuggin’ on your main b-tch hand
(west side)

understand this, ain’t no n-gg- like me
f-ck jay-z
he broke and i smoke dearly
(c’mon y’all)
baby let’s be friends

let’s be friends
(where my n-gg-z at c’mon)
you ain’t gotta by my man at all
as long as you just give me your

friends
(all my n-gg-z c’mon)
while you trickin’ on them other hoes
let’s be friends
(where the b-tches that want a n-gg- with money, where you at baby?)
(hu, huh)

let’s be friends
you ain’t gotta by my man at all
as long as you just give me your, friends
(cash making hoe’s)
while you trickin’ on them other hoes
let’s be

i met you and i stuttered in p-ssion
though slightly blinded
but at last, it was hard to keep my d-ck in my pants
every time you p-ss, got me checking for you hardcore

staring and watching, me and you
one on one, picture countless options
was it prophecy, clear as day? visions on top of me
erotic, psychotic, would possess my body

far from a crush, i wanna bust your guts
and touch everything inside you, from my head to my nuts
you got my sweatin’ like a fat girl going 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 ya used to me
what’s up in 96? lying tricks in drag
f-ck dre

tell that b-tch he can kiss my -ss, back to you
my pretty -ss, caramal queen
got my hands on your thighs
now let me in between, as friends

lets be friends
(where my n-gg-z at c’mon)
you ain’t gotta by my man at all
as long as you just give me your

friends
(all my n-gg-z c’mon)
while you trickin’ on them other hoes
let’s be friends
(where the b-tches that want a n-gg- with money, where you at baby?)
(hu, huh)

let’s be friends
you ain’t gotta by my man at all
as long as you just give me your, friends
(cash making hoe’s)
while you trickin’ on them other hoes
let’s be

let’s be friends
(west side in this mother f-cker right here)
you ain’t gotta by my man at all
as long as you just give me your, friends
(west side in this mother f-cker)

while you trickin’ on them other hoes
let’s be friends
(west side in this mother f-cker right here)
let’s be friends

you ain’t gotta by my man at all
as long as you just give me your, friends
(in this mother f-cker right here)
while you trickin’ on them other hoes

can you image in me in player mode? rush the tricks
i got ’em, ready for a booty call, i f-cked your b-tch
was it me or the fame? my d-ck or the game?
bet i screamed west side when i came
(west side)

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 dip into it, make it fluent

in and out, all around when a n-gg- do it
you got me high, let me come inside
love it when you get on top, baby let me ride
who wanna stop me? in my top notch

f-cking player hating n-gg-z ’cause they c-ck block
you probably hate to see a real thug envisioned with the game
rather see a n-gg- up in prison, why you change?
made a living out of cuss words, liquor and weed

a bad seed turned good, in this world of g’s
baby got me fantasizing of seeing you naked
it’s a f-ck song, so check my record
and let me friends

where my n-gg-z at?
(ah, ah, ah, aha)
show me where my n-gg-z at
where my b-tches at? thugstyle

let’s be friends
where my n-gg-z at?
(huh,huh)
where my b-tches at?
throw your 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?
(huh,huh)

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

where my people at? show me where my people at
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?
make money, take money, be friends

let’s be friends
(where my n-gg-z at c’mon)
you ain’t gotta by my man at all
as long as you just give me your

friends
(all my n-gg-z c’mon)
while you trickin’ on them other hoes
let’s be friends
(where the b-tches that want a n-gg- with money, where you at baby?)
(hu, huh)

let’s be friends
you ain’t gotta by my man at all
as long as you just give me your, friends
(cash making hoe’s)
while you trickin’ on them other hoes
let’s be

friends
(get your cash on)
(let’s get money)
you ain’t gotta by my man at all

as long as you just give me your, friends
(c’mon, get your cash on)
while you trickin’ on them other hoes
(let’s get paid)

let’s be friends
(c’mon, get your cash on)
you ain’t gotta by my man at all
(let’s get paid)

as long as you just give me your
friends
(c’mon, get your cash on)
while you trickin’ on them other hoes
(let’s get paid)

make money, take money
make money, take money
make money, take money
make money, take money


- 2pac lyrics

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