f*ck Friendz lyrics

[Intro: 2Pac]
Pawhoo hoo hoo hoo, live from the crazyhouse
I don’t wanna be your man, b*tch, (f*ck that) what you crazy
I don’t wanna be your f*ckin' man
You stupid, you f*ckin' idiot! (Drunk ho)
I wanna be… yo let me f*ck that n*gga 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 n*ggas at?
Where my n*ggas, where my n*ggas, where my n*ggas at?
All my real n*ggas (Throw your mothaf*ckin' hands up!)
Where my n*ggas, where my n*ggas?
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 motherf*cker 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 sh*t, I bet your man ain't sh*t
So why you hesitatin', actin' like yo' sh*t don't stink?
Check out my diamonds, b*tch, every one go bling
This be a thug thing, Outlaw n*gga with riches
Cream dreamin', motherf*cker, on a mash for b*tches
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 b*tch
Let my pedigree read briefly, they're so cheap
Puttin' b*tch-made bustas to sleep with no grief
Mash on my so-called comp, who the man?
While I'm tuggin' on your main b*tch head
Understand this: ain't no n*gga like me, f*ck Jay-Z!
He broke and I smoke daily—baby, let's be friends!
[Chorus: Tiffany Villarreal & (2Pac)]
Let's be friends (Where my n*ggas at? C'mon!)
You ain't gotta be my man at all
Long as you just bring me your friends
(All my n*ggas, where my hoes at?)
Why you trickin' on them other hoes?
Let's be friends! (Where the b*tches at?
Where the n*ggas 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 di*k 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 n*gga f*ckin' 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
f*ck Dre! Tell that b*tch 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: Tiffany Villarreal & (2Pac)]
Let's be friends (Westside, motherf*cker, right here)
You ain't gotta be my man at all
Long as you just bring me your friends
(Westside in this motherf*cker)
Why you trickin' on them other hoes?
Let's be friends (Westside in this motherf*cker right here)
You ain't gotta be my man at all
Long as you just bring me your friends
(In this motherf*cker 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 f*cked your b*tch
Was it me or the fame, my di*k or the game?
Bet I screamed Westside when I came (Westside!)
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 get into it (into it)
Make it fluid (fluid), in and out, all around when a n*gga do it
You got me high, let me c*m inside!
I love it when you get on top, baby, let me ride!
Who wanna stop me? Am I top notch?
f*ck player-hatin' n*ggas, ‘cause they c*ckblock
You probably hate to see a real thug with vision, what's the game?
Rather see a n*gga 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 f*ck song so check my record and let's be friends
Where my n*ggas at? Show me where my n*ggas at?
Where my b*tches at? Thug style!
[Chorus: Tiffany Villarreal & (2Pac)]
Let's be friends (Where my n*ggas at? Where my b*tches 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 n*ggas at? Where my b*tches at?)
(Where my n*ggas at?)
Friends… (Where my n*ggas at? Where my b*tches 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 n*ggas now, just my n*ggas come!
Where my n*ggas at? Just my n*ggas now!
Be friends, tell me where my n*ggas at
Be friends, tell me where my b*tches at
Be friends, tell me where my people at
Be friends, tell me where my b*tches at
Make money, take money, be friends

[Chorus: Tiffany Villarreal & (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!