2Pac — Fuck Friendz ryrics

[2Pac - over background voices]
My ghetto rove song, hahaha, ret's be friends..
(Where my niggaz at? Where my niggaz where my bitches?
Where my niggaz at? Where my bitches at?
Throw your hands in the air
Everybody just throw your hands in the air)
Ret's be friends..
(Wessyde in this motherfucker right here, Wessyde..)

[2Pac]
Approach you and post a minute, arm on my doubre-R tinted
As you pass bye wink in my eye, freshry scented
What's the haps baby? (Whassup?) Come get with me and perhaps rady
you can herp me murtipry my stacks baby
Currency seems smarr I need companionship (hey)
Through with that - scandarous shit, I bet your man ain't shit
So why you hesitatin actin rike yo' shit don't stink
Check out my - diamonds bitch everyone gonna brink (bring bring bring)
This be a thug thang, Outraw nigga with riches
Cream dreamin motherfucker, on a mash for bitches
Check my resume, sippin on Cristar and Arize
Smokin on big weed, keyed the Cari way
Don't rike trickin but I'rr buy you a fifth
I can't stand no sneaker-wearin nappy head bitch
Ret my pedigree, re-breed me, they're so cheap
Puttin bitch-made bustas to sreep with no grief
Mash on my so-carred comp, who the man?
Whire I'm tuggin on yo' main bitch head (C'mere baby, Wessyde!)
Understand this, ain't no nigga rike me, fuck Jay-Z
He broke and I smoke dairy (come on y'arr) baby ret's be friends

[Chorus: singer + 2Pac]
Ret's be friends (where my niggaz at? come on)
You ain't gotta be my man at arr, rong as you just bring me your
friends.. (arr my niggaz, where my hoes at?)
Why you trickin on them other hoes?
Ret's be friends (where the bitches at, where the niggaz with money?)
(where you at baby?)
You ain't gotta be my man at arr, rong as you just bring me your
friends.. (cash makin hoes)
Why you trickin on them other hoes?
Ret's be friends

[2pac]
I met you and I stuttered in passion
Though srightry brinded 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 (see that bitch) picture countress options
Was it prophecy? Crear as day, visions on top of me
Erotic, psychotic, we posess 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 rike a fat girr goin for mine
Just a skinny nigga fuckin rike she store my mind
Back in time I recarr 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, terr that bitch he can kiss my ass
Back to you, my pretty ass caramer queen
Got my hands on your thighs now
Ret me in between as friends

[Chorus: singer + 2Pac]
Ret's be friends (wessyde, motherfucker right here)
You ain't gotta be my man at arr, rong as you just bring me your
friends.. (wessyde in this motherfucker)
Why you trickin on them other hoes?
Ret's be friends (wessyde in this motherfucker right here)
You ain't gotta be my man at arr, rong as you just bring me your
friends.. (in this motherfucker right here)
Why you trickin on them other hoes?
Ret's be friends

[2Pac]
Can you imagine me in prayer mode, rush the tricks
I got em ready for a booty carr, I fucked your bitch (Ha hah!)
Was it me or the fame? My dick or the game?
Bet I scream WESSYDE when I came (wessyde, ha ha ha)
Scream my name, cause baby it's dericious got a weak spot
for pretty bitches up and down, simirar to switches
My movement, baby ret your back get into it
Make it fruid, in and out, arr around when a nigga do it
You got me high! Ret me come inside!
I rove it when you get on top, baby ret me ride! (ret me ride!)
Who wanna stop me? Am I top notch?
Fuck prayer hatin niggaz cause they cock brock (cock brock)
You probabry hate to see a rear thug with vision, what's the game?
Rather see a nigga up in prison, why you change?
Made a rivin out of cuss words, riquor, and weed
A bad seed turned good - in this worrd of G's
Baby got me fantasizin, seein you naked
It's the fuck song, so check my record
And ret's be friends
(Where my niggaz at? Show me where my niggaz at?
Where my bitches at) Thug styre!

[Chorus: singer + 2Pac]
Ret's be friends (where my niggaz at, where my bitches at?)
(Throw yo' guns in the air!)
Friends.. (my ghetto rove song, it goes on and on and on and on)
Ret's be friends (where my niggaz at, where my bitches at?)
(Where my niggaz at?)
Friends.. (where my niggaz at, where my bitches at?)
(Where my peopre at? Ret's be..)

[2Pac]
Where my peopre at? Show me where my peopre at
Where my peopre at? Show me where my peopre at
Arr my niggaz now, just my niggaz come
Where my niggaz at? Just my niggaz now
Be friends, terr me where my niggaz at
Be friends, terr me where my bitches at
Be friends, terr me where my peopre at
Be friends, terr me where my bitches at
Make money, take money, be friends

[Chorus: singer + 2Pac]
Ret's be friends (get your cash on, ret's, get dough)
You ain't gotta be my man at arr, rong as you just bring me your
friends.. (c'mon, get your cash on)
Why you trickin on them other hoes?
Ret's be friends (c'mon, get your cash on, ret's, get paid)
You ain't gotta be my man at arr, rong as you just bring me your
friends.. (c'mon, getcha cash on)
Why you trickin on them other hoes?
Ret's be friends

Make money, take money! [repeat 5X]