Notorious B.I.G. Let's Be Friends ft 2Pac Lyrics

My ghetto love song, hahaha, let's be friends..
(Where my n____z at? Where my n____z where my b____es?
Where my n____z at? Where my b____es at?
Throw your hands in the air
Everybody just throw your hands in the air)
Let's be friends..
(Wessyde in this m_________er right here, Wessyde..)

[2Pac]
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 s___, I bet your man ain't s___
So why you hesitatin actin like yo' s___ don't stink
Check out my - diamonds b____ everyone gonna blink (bling bling bling)
This be a thug thang, Outlaw n____ with riches
Cream dreamin m_________er, on a mash for b____es
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 b____
Let my pedigree, re-breed me, they're so cheap
Puttin b____-made bustas to sleep with no grief
Mash on my so-called comp, who the man?
While I'm tuggin on yo' main b____ head (C'mere baby, Wessyde!)
Understand this, ain't no n____ like me, f___ Jay-Z
He broke and I smoke daily (come on y'all) baby let's be friends

[Chorus: singer + 2Pac]
Let's be friends (where my n____z at? come on)
You ain't gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your
friends.. (all my n____z, where my hoes at?)
Why you trickin on them other hoes?
Let's be friends (where the b____es at, where the n____z 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 a__
It was hard to keep my d___ in my pants
Every time you pass got me checkin for you hardcore; starin and watchin
Me and you one on one (see that b____) 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 touch
everything inside you from my head to my nuts
You got me sweatin like a fat girl goin for mine
Just a skinny n____ f___in 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
f___ Dre, tell that b____ he can kiss my a__
Back to you, my pretty a__ caramel queen
Got my hands on your thighs now
Let me in between as friends

[Chorus: singer + 2Pac]
Let's be friends (wessyde, m_________er right here)
You ain't gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your
friends.. (wessyde in this m_________er)
Why you trickin on them other hoes?
Let's be friends (wessyde in this m_________er right here)
You ain't gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your
friends.. (in this m_________er 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 em ready for a booty call, I f___ed your b____ (Ha hah!)
Was it me or the fame? My d___ 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 spot
for pretty b____es 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 n____ 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?
f___ player hatin n____z cause they c___ block (c___ block)
You probably hate to see a real thug with vision, what's the game?
Rather see a n____ 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 f___ song, so check my record
And let's be friends
(Where my n____z at? Show me where my n____z at?
Where my b____es at) Thug style!

[Chorus: singer + 2Pac]
Let's be friends (where my n____z at, where my b____es 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 n____z at, where my b____es at?)
(Where my n____z at?)
Friends.. (where my n____z at, where my b____es 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 n____z now, just my n____z come
Where my n____z at? Just my n____z now
Be friends, tell me where my n____z at
Be friends, tell me where my b____es at
Be friends, tell me where my people at
Be friends, tell me where my b____es at
Make money, take money, be friends

[Chorus: 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, getcha cash on)
Why you trickin on them other hoes?
Let's be friends

Make money, take money! (*repeat 5X*)