fuck friendz lyrics – 2pac

oh, who hoo hoo
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)
lets be friends

mixed together:
(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, lets go, lets go, lets go, lets 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)

(verse 1)
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 alizee
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 thuggin’ 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 lets be friends

(chorus)
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
lets be friends
(where the b*tches that want a n*gg* with money, where you at baby?)
(hu, huh)
lets 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
lets be …

(verse 2)
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

(chorus)
lets 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
lets be friends
(west side in this mother f*cker right here)
lets 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

(verse 3)
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
(westsiiiide!)
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 lets be friends

where my n*gg*z at?
(ahahahaha)
show me where my n*gg*z at
where my b*tches at?
thugstyle

lets 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
lets 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? lets 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

(chorus)
friends
(get your cash on)
(lets 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
(lets get paid)
lets be friends
(c’mon, get your cash on)
you ain’t gotta by my man at all
(lets get paid)
as long as you just give me your
friends
(c’mon, get your cash on)
while you trickin’ on them other hoes
(lets get paid)
make money, take money
make money, take money
make money, take money
make money, take money

/ 2pac lyrics