2Pac - Fuck Friendz Lyrics


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My ghetto love song, ha ha ha, let's be friends
(Where my *****s at? Where my *****s where my *****es?
Where my *****s at? Where my *****es at?
Throw your hands in the air
Everybody just throw your hands in the air)
Let's be friends (Wessyde in this ************ right here, Wessyde)

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 ****, I bet your man ain't ****
So why you hesitatin' actin like yo' **** don't stink
Check out my - diamonds ***** everyone gonna blink (bling bling bling)
This be a thug thang, Outlaw ***** with riches
Cream dreamin' ************, on a mash for *****es
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 *****
Let my pedigree, re-breed me, they're so cheap
Puttin' *****-made bustas to sleep with no grief
Mash on my so-called comp, who the man?
While I'm tuggin' on yo' main ***** head (C'mere baby, Wessyde!)
Understand this, ain't no ***** like me, **** Jay-Z
He broke and I smoke daily (come on y'all) baby let's be friends

Let's be friends (where my *****s at? come on)
You ain't gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your
Friends.. (all my *****s, where my hoes at?)
Why you trickin on them other hoes?
Let's be friends (where the *****es at, where the *****s 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

I met you and I stuttered in passion
Though slightly blinded by that ***
It was hard to keep my **** in my pants
Every time you pass got me checkin' for you hardcore; starin' and watchin'
Me and you one on one (see that *****) 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 ***** ****in'' 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
**** Dre, tell that ***** he can kiss my ***
Back to you, my pretty *** caramel queen
Got my hands on your thighs now
Let me in between as friends

Let's be friends (wessyde, ************ right here)
You ain't gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your
Friends.. (wessyde in this ************)
Why you trickin' on them other hoes?
Let's be friends (wessyde in this ************ right here)
You ain't gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your
Friends (in this ************ right here)
Why you trickin' on them other hoes?
Let's be friends

Can you imagine me in player mode, rush the tricks
I got em ready for a booty call, I ****ed your ***** (Ha hah!)
Was it me or the fame? My **** 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 *****es 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 ***** 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?
**** player hatin' *****s 'cause they **** block (**** block)
You probably hate to see a real thug with vision, what's the game?
Rather see a ***** 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 **** song, so check my record
And let's be friends
(Where my *****s at? Show me where my *****s at?
Where my *****es at) Thug style!

Let's be friends (where my *****s at, where my *****es 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 *****s at, where my *****es at?)
(Where my *****s at?)
Friends.. (where my *****s at, where my *****es 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
All my *****s now, just my *****s come
Where my *****s at? Just my *****s now
Be friends, tell me where my *****s at
Be friends, tell me where my *****es at
Be friends, tell me where my people at
Be friends, tell me where my *****es at
Make money, take money, be friends

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!
Make money, take money!
Make money, take money!
Make money, take money!
Make money, take money!



Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Ballad of a Dead Soulja
  • 2 Fuck Friendz
  • 3 Lil’ Homies
  • 4 Let Em Have It
  • 5 Good Life
  • 6 Letter 2 My Unborn
  • 7 Breathin
  • 8 Happy Home
  • 9 All Out
  • 10 Fuckin Wit the Wrong Nigga
  • 11 Thug n U Thug n Me (remix)
  • 12 Everything They Owe
  • 13 Until the End of Time
  • 14 M.O.B.
  • 15 World Wide Mob Figgaz
    CD 2
  • 1 Big Syke (interlude)
  • 2 My Closest Roaddogz
  • 3 Niggaz Nature (remix)
  • 4 When Thugz Cry
  • 5 U Don’t Have 2 Worry
  • 6 This Ain’t Livin
  • 7 Why U Turn on Me
  • 8 Lastonesleft
  • 9 Thug n U Thug n Me
  • 10 Words 2 My First Born
  • 11 Let Em Have It (remix)
  • 12 Running on E
  • 13 When I Get Free
  • 14 Until the End of Time (RP remix)