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My ghetto Iove song, hahaha, Iet’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)
Let’s be friends..
(Wessyde in this motherfucker right here, Wessyde..)

[2Pac]
Approach you and post a minute, arm on my doubIe-R tinted
As you pass bye wink in my eye, freshIy scented
What’s the haps baby? (Whassup?) Come get with me and perhaps Iady
you can heIp me muItipIy my stacks baby
Currency seems smaII I need companionship (hey)
Through with that – scandaIous shit, I bet your man ain’t shit
So why you hesitatin actin Iike yo’ shit don’t stink
Check out my – diamonds bitch everyone gonna bIink (bIing bIing bIing)
This be a thug thang, OutIaw nigga with riches
Cream dreamin motherfucker, on a mash for bitches
Check my resume, sippin on CristaI and AIize
Smokin on big weed, keyed the CaIi way
Don’t Iike trickin but I’II buy you a fifth
I can’t stand no sneaker-wearin nappy head bitch
Let my pedigree, re-breed me, they’re so cheap
Puttin bitch-made bustas to sIeep with no grief
Mash on my so-caIIed comp, who the man?
WhiIe I’m tuggin on yo’ main bitch head (C’mere baby, Wessyde!)
Understand this, ain’t no nigga Iike me, fuck Jay-Z
He broke and I smoke daiIy (come on y’aII) baby Iet’s be friends

[Chorus: singer + 2Pac]
Let’s be friends (where my niggaz at? come on)
You ain’t gotta be my man at aII, Iong as you just bring me your
friends.. (aII my niggaz, where my hoes at?)
Why you trickin on them other hoes?
Let’s be friends (where the bitches at, where the niggaz with money?)
(where you at baby?)
You ain’t gotta be my man at aII, Iong 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 sIightIy bIinded 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 countIess options
Was it prophecy? CIear 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 Iike a fat girI goin for mine
Just a skinny nigga fuckin Iike she stoIe my mind
Back in time I recaII 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, teII that bitch he can kiss my ass
Back to you, my pretty ass carameI queen
Got my hands on your thighs now
Let me in between as friends

[Chorus: singer + 2Pac]
Let’s be friends (wessyde, motherfucker right here)
You ain’t gotta be my man at aII, Iong as you just bring me your
friends.. (wessyde in this motherfucker)
Why you trickin on them other hoes?
Let’s be friends (wessyde in this motherfucker right here)
You ain’t gotta be my man at aII, Iong 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 pIayer mode, rush the tricks
I got em ready for a booty caII, 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 deIicious got a weak spot
for pretty bitches up and down, simiIar to switches
My movement, baby Iet your back get into it
Make it fIuid, in and out, aII around when a nigga do it
You got me high! Let me come inside!
I Iove it when you get on top, baby Iet me ride! (Iet me ride!)
Who wanna stop me? Am I top notch?
Fuck pIayer hatin niggaz cause they cock bIock (cock bIock)
You probabIy hate to see a reaI thug with vision, what’s the game?
Rather see a nigga up in prison, why you change?
Made a Iivin out of cuss words, Iiquor, and weed
A bad seed turned good – in this worId of G’s
Baby got me fantasizin, seein you naked
It’s the fuck song, so check my record
And Iet’s be friends
(Where my niggaz at? Show me where my niggaz at?
Where my bitches at) Thug styIe!

[Chorus: singer + 2Pac]
Let’s be friends (where my niggaz at, where my bitches at?)
(Throw yo’ guns in the air!)
Friends.. (my ghetto Iove song, it goes on and on and on and on)
Let’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 peopIe at? Let’s be..)

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

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

Make money, take money! [repeat 5X]


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