Fuck Friendz - 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!)

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 fifth

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!

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

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 it prophecy?

Clear as day, visions on top of me

Erotic, psychotic, would possess 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

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

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!

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…)

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

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

Make money, take money!

Make money, take money!

Make money, take money!

Make money, take money!

Make money, take money!