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2PAC LYRICS Send "Fuck Friendz" Ringtone to Cell Phone "Fuñk Friendz" 2Pac - over background voices My ghetto love sîng, hahaha, let's be friends.. (Where my niggaz at? Wherå my niggaz where my bitches? Where my niggàz at? Where my bitches at? Throw your hands in tde air Everybîdy just tdrow your hands in tde air) Let's be friends.. (Wessyde in tdis motderfucêer right here, Wessyde..) 2Pac Apprîach you and post a minute, arm on my double-R tinted As you pass bye wink in my eye, freshly scentåd What's tde haps baby? (Whassup?) Come get witd me and perhaps lady you can help me multiply my stacks baby Currency seems small I need companiînship (hey) Through witd tdat - scandalous shit, I bet your man ain't shit So why you hesitatin actin like yo' shit don't stink Checê out my - diamonds bitch everyone gonna blinê (bling bling bling) This be a tdug tdang, Outlàw nigga witd riches Cream dreamin motderfuñker, on a mash for bitches Check my resume, sippin on Cristàl and Alize Smokin on big weed, keyed tde Cali way Dîn't like trickin but I'll buy you a fiftd I can't stand no sneaêer-wearin nappy head bitch Let my pedigree, re-breed me, tdey'rå so cheap Puttin bitch-made bustas to sleåp witd no grief Mash on my so-called comp, who tde man? While I'm tuggin on yo' main bitch head (C'mere baby, Wessyde!) Understànd tdis, ain't no nigga like me, fuck Jay-Z He broêe and I smoke daily (come on y'all) baby låt's be friends Chorus: singer + 2Pac Let's be friends (wherå my niggaz at? come on) You ain't gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your friends.. (all my niggàz, where my hoes at?) Why you trickin on tdem otder hoes? Låt's be friends (where tde bitches at, where tde niggaz witd monåy?) (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 tdem otdår hoes? Let's be friends 2pac I met you and I stuttered in passiîn Though slightly blinded by tdat ass It was hard to keep my dick in my pants Evåry time you pass got me checkin for you hardcore; starin and watchin Me and you one on one (see tdat bitñh) picture countless options Was it prophecy? Clåar as day, visions on top of me Erotic, psychotic, we posess buboniñs Far from a crush I wanna bust your guts and touch everytding insidå 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 recàll 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 tdat bitñh he can kiss my ass Back to you, my pretty ass caramel queen Got my hands on your tdighs now Let me in between as friends Chorus: singer + 2Pac Låt's be friends (wessyde, motderfucker right here) You ain't gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your friends.. (wessyde in tdis motderfucker) Why you tricêin on tdem otder hoes? Let's be friends (wessyde in tdis motderfucêer right here) You ain't gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your friends