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[Tupac - over background voices]
My ghetto love song, hahaha, let'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..)

[Tupac]
Approach you and post a minute, arm on my
double-R tinted
As you pass bye wink in my eye,freshly scented
What's the haps baby? (Whassup?)
Come get with me and perhaps lady you can help me
multiply my stacks baby
Currency seems small I need companionship (hey)
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
(bling bling bling)
This be a thug thang,Outlaw nigga with riches
Cream dreamin motherfucker, on a mash for
bitches
Check my resume, 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, re-breed me,
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 yo' main bitch head
(C'mere baby, Wessyde!)Understand this, ain't no
nigga like me, fuck Jay-Z
He broke and I smoke daily (come on y'all)


Baby let's be friends[Chorus: singer + Tupac]
Let's be friends (where my niggaz at? come on)
You ain't gotta be my man at all, long as you
just bring me your friends.. (all 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 all, long as you
just bring me your friends.. (cash makin hoes)
Why you trickin on them other hoes? Let's be
friends[Tupac]


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 (see that bitch) picture
countless options
Was it prophecy? Clear as day, visions on top of
me
Erotic,psychotic, we posess bubonics
Far from a crush I wanna bust your guts and
touchevery thing 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


Baby let's be friends[Chorus: singer + Tupac]
Let's be friends (where my niggaz at? come on)
You ain't gotta be my man at all, long as you
just bring me your friends.. (all 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 all, long as you
just bring me your friends.. (cash makin hoes)
Why you trickin on them other hoes? Let's be
friends[Tupac]


Can you imagine me in player mode, rush the
tricks
I got em ready for a booty call, 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 delicious got a
weak spotfor pretty bitches up and down, similar
to switches
My movement, baby let your back get into 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! (let me
ride!)
Who wanna stop me? Am I top notch? Fuck player
hatin niggaz cause they cock block (cock block)
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 niggaz at? Show me
where my niggaz at? Where my bitches at)
Thug style![Chorus: singer + Tupac]
Let's be friends (where my niggaz 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 niggaz at, where my
bitches at?)(Where my niggaz at?)
Friends..(where my niggaz at, where my bitches
at?)(Where my people at?
Let's be..[Tupac]

Where my people at? Show me where my people at
Where my people at? Show me where my people at

All my niggaz now, just my niggaz come
Where my niggaz at? Just my niggaz now Be
friends, tell me where my niggaz 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[Chorus: singer
+ Tupac]
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, getcha cash
on)
Why you trickin on them other hoes?
Let's be friends
Make money, take money! [repeat 5X]