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    2pac - Fuck Friendz
    [2Pac - over background voices] 
    My ghetto love song, hahaha, let's be friends.. 
    (Where my niggaz at? Where my niggaz where my bitches? 
    Where my niggaz at? Where my bitches at? 
    Throw your hands in the air 
    Everybody just throw your hands in the air) 
    Let's be friends.. 
    (Wessyde in this motherfucker right here, Wessyde..) 

    [2Pac] 
    Approach you and post a minute, arm on my double-R tinted 
    As you pass bye wink in my eye, freshly scented 
    What's the haps baby? (Whassup?) 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 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 (bling bling bling) 
    This be a thug thang, Outlaw nigga with riches 
    Cream dreamin motherfucker, on a mash for bitches 
    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 bitch 
    Let my pedigree, re-breed me, 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 yo' main bitch head (C'mere baby, Wessyde!) 
    Understand this, ain't no nigga like me, fuck 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 niggaz at? come on) 
    You ain't gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your 
    friends.. (all my niggaz, where my hoes at?) 
    Why you trickin on them other hoes? 
    Let's be friends (where the bitches at, where the niggaz 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 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 (see that bitch) 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 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? Fine 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 (wessyde, motherfucker right here) 
    You ain't gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your 
    friends.. (wessyde in this motherfucker) 
    Why you trickin on them other hoes? 
    Let's be friends (wessyde 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 

    [2Pac] 
    Can you imagine me in player mode, rush the tricks 
    I got em ready for a booty call, I fucked your bitch (Ha hah!) 
    Was it me or the fame? My dick 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 bitches 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 nigga 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? 
    Fuck player hatin niggaz cause they cock block (cock block) 
    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 niggaz at? Show me where my niggaz at? 
    Where my bitches at) Thug style! 

    [Chorus: singer + 2Pac] 
    Let's be friends (where my niggaz 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 niggaz at, where my bitches at?) 
    (Where my niggaz at?) 
    Friends.. (where my niggaz at, where my bitches 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 niggaz now, just my niggaz come 
    Where my niggaz at? Just my niggaz now 
    Be friends, tell me where my niggaz 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, getcha cash on) 
    Why you trickin on them other hoes? 
    Let's be friends 

    Make money, take money! [repeat 5X]

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