2Pac — Fuck Friendz

[Intro: 2Pac] Pawhoo hoo hoo hoo, live from the crazyhouse I don’t wanna be your man, bitch, (fuck that) what you crazy I don’t wanna be your fuckin' man You stupid, you fuckin' idiot! (drunk ho) I wanna be… yo let me fuck that nigga down What’s that? Ayo, what you doin' with that big ass? My ghetto love song (hahaha) Set it off, set it off! Let’s be friends! Where my niggas at? Where my niggas, where my niggas, where my niggas at? All my real niggas (throw your mothafuckin' hands up!) Where my niggas, where my niggas? Hahahaha yeeeah (let's go, let's go!) Let’s be friends! (throw your hands in the air!) There’s no need to front (Let’s see you just throw your hands in the air!) let's be friends! (Westside in this motherfucker right here, Westside) (Throw your hands in the air!) [Verse 1: 2Pac] Approach you and post a minute, arm on my double-R tinted As you pass bye, winkin' my eye, freshly scented What's the haps, baby? Come get with me and perhaps, lady You can help me multiply my stacks, baby Currency seems small, I need companionship Through with that scandalous shit, I bet your man ain't shit So why you hesitatin', actin' like yo' shit don't stink? Check out my diamonds, bitch, everyone gonna blink This be a thug thing, Outlaw nigga with riches Cream dreamin', motherfucker, on a mash for bitches Check my résumé, sippin' on Cristal and Alizé Smokin' on big weed keyed the Cali way Don't like trickin', but I'll buy you a 'Fit I can't stand no sneaker-wearin' nappy head bitch Let my pedigree read briefly, they're so cheap Puttin' bitch-made bustas to sleep with no grief Mash on my so-called comp, who the man? While I'm tuggin' on your main bitch head Understand this: ain't no nigga like me, fuck Jay-Z! He broke and I smoke daily—baby, let's be friends! [Chorus: Singer & (2Pac)] Let's be friends (Where my niggas at? C'mon!) You ain't gotta be my man at all Long as you just bring me your friends (All my niggas, where my hoes at?) Why you trickin' on them other hoes? Let's be friends! (Where the bitches at? Where the niggas 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 [Verse 2: 2Pac] I met you and I stuttered in passion Though slightly blinded by that ass It was hard to keep my dick in my pants, every time you pass Got me checkin' for you hardcore, starin' and watchin' Me and you, one on one, picture countless options Was if prophecy clear as day, visions on top of me Erotic, psychotic, when possess by bodies 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 nigga fuckin' 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? Find tricks in drag Fuck Dre! Tell that bitch he can kiss my ass! Back to you, my pretty-ass caramel queen Got my hands on your thighs, now let me in-between as friends [Chorus: singer & (2Pac)] Let's be friends (Westside, motherfucker, right here) You ain't gotta be my man at all Long as you just bring me your friends (Westside in this motherfucker) Why you trickin' on them other hoes? Let's be friends (Westside in this motherfucker right here) You ain't gotta be my man at all Long as you just bring me your friends (In this motherfucker right here) Why you trickin' on them other hoes? Let's be friends [Verse 3: 2Pac] Can you imagine me in player mode, rush the tricks? I got her ready for a booty call, I fucked your bitch Was it me or the fame, my dick or the game? Bet I screamed Westside when I came (Westside!) Scream my name ‘cause, baby, it's delicious Ghetto weak spot for pretty bitches Up and down similar to switches My movement, baby, let your back get into it (into it) Make it fluid (fluid), in and out, all around when a nigga do it You got me high, let me come inside! I love it when you get on top, baby, let me ride! Who wanna stop me? Am I top notch? Fuck player-hatin' niggas, ‘cause they cockblock You probably hate to see a real thug with vision, what's the game? Rather see a nigga 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 fuck song so check my record and let's be friends Where my niggas at? Show me where my niggas at? Where my bitches at? Thug style! [Chorus: singer & (2Pac)] Let's be friends (Where my niggas at? Where my bitches 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 niggas at? Where my bitches at?) (Where my niggas at?) Friends… (Where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?) (Where my people at? Let's be…) [Bridge: 2Pac] Where my people at? Show me where my people at! Where my people at? Show me where my people at! All my niggas now, just my niggas come! Where my niggas at? Just my niggas now! Be friends, tell me where my niggas at Be friends, tell me where my bitches at Be friends, tell me where my people at Be friends, tell me where my bitches 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, get your cash on!) Why you trickin' on them other hoes? Let's be friends [Outro: 2Pac] Make money, take money! Make money, take money! Make money, take money! Make money, take money! Make money, take money!