2Pac – Fuck Friendz

Fuck Friendz is another wonderful and melodious record created by a highly skilled American rapper, Tupac Shakur.

This intriguing record which appeared as Track 02 on his top charting album project called “Until the End of Time” was officially released on 27 March 2001.

We would like you to add this undeniable hit song to your playlist, you won’t regret it yuh.

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LYRICS

[2Pac:]

Pawhoo hoo hoo hoo

Live from the graveyard

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?

Ay yo 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 muthafuckin’ hands up)

Where my niggas, where my niggas

Hahahaha yeah (lets go lets go)

Let’s be friends (throw ya hands in the air)

There’s no need to front (let’s see ya just throw ya hands in the air)

Let’s be friends…

(Westside in this motherfucker right here, Westside)

(throw ya hands in the air)

 

[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 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 thang, Outlaw nigga with riches

Cream dreamin’, motherfucker, on a mash for bitches

Check my résumé, 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, read briefly, they’re so cheap

Puttin’ bitch-made bustas to sleep with no grief

Mash on my so-called cum, 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

 

[Singer (2Pac):]

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

 

[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, 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

 

[Singer (2Pac):]

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

[2Pac:]

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 scream “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 [?] 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!

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!

 

[Singer (2Pac):]

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…)

 

[2Pac:]

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

 

[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, get your cash on!)

Why you trickin’ on them other hoes? Let’s be friends

 

[2Pac:]

Make money, take money!

Make money, take money!

Make money, take money!

Make money, take money!

Make money, take money!