[{"id":17901579,"name":"Fuck Friendz - 2Pac","trackName":"Fuck Friendz - 2Pac","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"Until the End of Time","duration":319.6955,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Pawhoo hoo hoo hoo\nI don't wanna be your man, bitch\n(Fuck that)\nWhat you crazy\nI don't wanna be your fuckin' man\nYou stupid you fuckin' idiot\n(Drunk ho)\nI wanna be\nYo let me fuck that nigga down\nWhat's that?\nMy ghetto love song hahaha\n(Set it off, set it off)\nLet's be friends\n(Where my niggas at)\n(Where my niggas, where my niggas)\nI know you wanna fuck\n(Where my niggas at?)\n(All my real niggas throw your muthafuckin' hands up)\nLet's be friends\nWhere my niggas, where my niggas\nHahahaha yeeeah\n(Let's go lets go)\nLet's be friends\n(Throw ya hands in the air)\nThere's no need to front\n(Let's see ya just throw ya hands in the air)\nLet's be friends...\n(Westside in this motherfucker right here, Westside)\n(Throw ya hands in the air)\n\nApproach you and post a minute, arm on my double-R tinted\nAs you pass by, winkin' my eye, freshly scented\nWhat's the haps, baby? Come get with me and perhaps, lady\nYou can help me multiply my stacks, baby\nCurrency seems small, I need companionship\n\nThrough with that scandalous shit, I bet your man ain't shit\nSo why you hesitatin', actin' like yo' shit don't stink?\nCheck out my diamonds, bitch, everyone gon' blink\nThis be a thug thang, Outlaw nigga with riches\nCream dreamin', motherfucker, on a mash for bitches\nCheck my résumé, sippin' on Cristal and Alize\nSmokin' on big weed, keyed the Cali way\nDon't like trickin', but I'll buy you a fit\nI can't stand no sneaker-wearin' nappy head bitch\nLet my pedigree, read briefly, this O.G\nPuttin' bitch-made bustas to sleep with no grief\nMash on my so-called car, who the man?\nWhile I'm tuggin' on your main bitch head\nUnderstand this: Ain't no nigga like me, fuck Jay Z!\nHe broke and I smoke daily, baby, let's be\n\nLet's be friends (where my niggas? Where my niggas at come on)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all\nLong as you just bring me your friends (all my niggas, where my hoes at?)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes?\nLet's be friends (Where the bitches at who want niggas with money?)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all (Where you at, baby?)\nLong as you just bring me your friends (cash makin' hoes)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes? Let's be-\n\nI met you and I stuttered in passion\nThough slightly blinded by that ass\nIt was hard to keep my dick in my pants, every time you pass\nGot me checkin' for you hardcore, starin' and watchin'\nMe and you, one on one, picture countless options\nWas if prophecy clear as day, visions on top of me\nErotic, psychotic, when possess by bodies\nFar from a crush, I wanna bust your guts\nAnd touch everything inside you from my head to my nuts\nYou got me sweatin' like a fat girl goin' for mine\nJust a skinny nigga fuckin' like she stole my mind\nBack in time, I recall how she used to be\nI guess money and fame made you used to me\nWhat's up in '9-6? Find tricks in drag\nFuck Dre! Tell that bitch he can kiss my ass!\nBack to you, my pretty-ass caramel queen\nGot my hands on your thighs, now let me in-between as friends\n\nFriends (Westside, motherfucker, right here)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all\nLong as you just bring me your friends (Westside in this motherfucker)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes?\nLet's be friends (Westside in this motherfucker right here)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all\nLong as you just bring me your friends (in this motherfucker right here)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes?\n\nCan you imagine me in player mode, rush the tricks\nI got her ready for a booty call, I fucked your bitch\nWas it me or the fame, my dick or the game\nBet I scream 'Westside' when I came\nScream my name because, baby, it's delicious\nGot a weak spot for pretty bitches\nUp and down, similar to switches\nMy movement, baby, let your back dip into it, make it fluid\nIn and out, all around when a nigga do it\nYou've got me high, let me come inside!\nI love it when you get on top, baby let me ride!\nWho wanna stop me? Am I top notch?\nFuck player hatin' niggas cuz they cockblock\nYou probably hate to see a real thug with vision, what's the game?\nRather see a nigga up in prison, why you change?\nMade a living out of cuss words, liquor and weed\nA bad seed turned good in this world of G's\nBaby's got me fantasizin', seein' you naked\nIt's a fuck song, now check the record\nLet's be friends! Where my niggas at? Show me where my niggas at?\nWhere my bitches at? Thug style\n\nLet's be friends (where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?)\n(Throw yo' guns in the air)\nFriends\n(My ghetto love song, it goes on and on and on and on)\nLet's be friends\n(Where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?) You ain't gotta front with me\n(Where my niggas at?)\nFriends\n(Where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?) I know what you want\n(Where my people at? Let's be-)\n\nWhere my people at? Show me where my people at\nWhere my people at? Show me where my people at\nAll my niggas now, just my niggas come\nWhere my niggas at? Just my niggas now\nBe friends, tell me where my niggas at\nBe friends, tell me where my bitches at\nBe friends, tell me where my people at\nMake money, take money, be friends\n\nFriends (get your cash on, let's get dough)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all\nLong as you just bring me your friends (come on, get your cash on)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes? (Uh, let's get paid)\nLet's be friends (uh, come on, get your cash on)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all (let's get paid)\nLong as you just bring me your friends (come on, get your cash on!)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes? (let's get paid)\nLet's be friends\n\nMake money, take money\nMake money, take money\nMake money, take money\nMake money, take money\nMake money, take money","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fuck Friendz - 2Pac\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: Until the End of Time\n  duration_ms: 319696\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Pawhoo hoo hoo hoo\n  I don't wanna be your man, bitch\n  (Fuck that)\n  What you crazy\n  I don't wanna be your fuckin' man\n  You stupid you fuckin' idiot\n  (Drunk ho)\n  I wanna be\n  Yo let me fuck that nigga down\n  What's that?\n  My ghetto love song hahaha\n  (Set it off, set it off)\n  Let's be friends\n  (Where my niggas at)\n  (Where my niggas, where my niggas)\n  I know you wanna fuck\n  (Where my niggas at?)\n  (All my real niggas throw your muthafuckin' hands up)\n  Let's be friends\n  Where my niggas, where my niggas\n  Hahahaha yeeeah\n  (Let's go lets go)\n  Let's be friends\n  (Throw ya hands in the air)\n  There's no need to front\n  (Let's see ya just throw ya hands in the air)\n  Let's be friends...\n  (Westside in this motherfucker right here, Westside)\n  (Throw ya hands in the air)\n\n  Approach you and post a minute, arm on my double-R tinted\n  As you pass by, winkin' my eye, freshly scented\n  What's the haps, baby? Come get with me and perhaps, lady\n  You can help me multiply my stacks, baby\n  Currency seems small, I need companionship\n\n  Through with that scandalous shit, I bet your man ain't shit\n  So why you hesitatin', actin' like yo' shit don't stink?\n  Check out my diamonds, bitch, everyone gon' blink\n  This be a thug thang, Outlaw nigga with riches\n  Cream dreamin', motherfucker, on a mash for bitches\n  Check my résumé, sippin' on Cristal and Alize\n  Smokin' on big weed, keyed the Cali way\n  Don't like trickin', but I'll buy you a fit\n  I can't stand no sneaker-wearin' nappy head bitch\n  Let my pedigree, read briefly, this O.G\n  Puttin' bitch-made bustas to sleep with no grief\n  Mash on my so-called car, who the man?\n  While I'm tuggin' on your main bitch head\n  Understand this: Ain't no nigga like me, fuck Jay Z!\n  He broke and I smoke daily, baby, let's be\n\n  Let's be friends (where my niggas? Where my niggas at come on)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (all my niggas, where my hoes at?)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes?\n  Let's be friends (Where the bitches at who want niggas with money?)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all (Where you at, baby?)\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (cash makin' hoes)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes? Let's be-\n\n  I met you and I stuttered in passion\n  Though slightly blinded by that ass\n  It was hard to keep my dick in my pants, every time you pass\n  Got me checkin' for you hardcore, starin' and watchin'\n  Me and you, one on one, picture countless options\n  Was if prophecy clear as day, visions on top of me\n  Erotic, psychotic, when possess by bodies\n  Far from a crush, I wanna bust your guts\n  And touch everything inside you from my head to my nuts\n  You got me sweatin' like a fat girl goin' for mine\n  Just a skinny nigga fuckin' like she stole my mind\n  Back in time, I recall how she used to be\n  I guess money and fame made you used to me\n  What's up in '9-6? Find tricks in drag\n  Fuck Dre! Tell that bitch he can kiss my ass!\n  Back to you, my pretty-ass caramel queen\n  Got my hands on your thighs, now let me in-between as friends\n\n  Friends (Westside, motherfucker, right here)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (Westside in this motherfucker)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes?\n  Let's be friends (Westside in this motherfucker right here)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (in this motherfucker right here)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes?\n\n  Can you imagine me in player mode, rush the tricks\n  I got her ready for a booty call, I fucked your bitch\n  Was it me or the fame, my dick or the game\n  Bet I scream 'Westside' when I came\n  Scream my name because, baby, it's delicious\n  Got a weak spot for pretty bitches\n  Up and down, similar to switches\n  My movement, baby, let your back dip into it, make it fluid\n  In and out, all around when a nigga do it\n  You've got me high, let me come inside!\n  I love it when you get on top, baby let me ride!\n  Who wanna stop me? Am I top notch?\n  Fuck player hatin' niggas cuz they cockblock\n  You probably hate to see a real thug with vision, what's the game?\n  Rather see a nigga up in prison, why you change?\n  Made a living out of cuss words, liquor and weed\n  A bad seed turned good in this world of G's\n  Baby's got me fantasizin', seein' you naked\n  It's a fuck song, now check the record\n  Let's be friends! Where my niggas at? Show me where my niggas at?\n  Where my bitches at? Thug style\n\n  Let's be friends (where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?)\n  (Throw yo' guns in the air)\n  Friends\n  (My ghetto love song, it goes on and on and on and on)\n  Let's be friends\n  (Where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?) You ain't gotta front with me\n  (Where my niggas at?)\n  Friends\n  (Where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?) I know what you want\n  (Where my people at? Let's be-)\n\n  Where my people at? Show me where my people at\n  Where my people at? Show me where my people at\n  All my niggas now, just my niggas come\n  Where my niggas at? Just my niggas now\n  Be friends, tell me where my niggas at\n  Be friends, tell me where my bitches at\n  Be friends, tell me where my people at\n  Make money, take money, be friends\n\n  Friends (get your cash on, let's get dough)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (come on, get your cash on)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes? (Uh, let's get paid)\n  Let's be friends (uh, come on, get your cash on)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all (let's get paid)\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (come on, get your cash on!)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes? (let's get paid)\n  Let's be friends\n\n  Make money, take money\n  Make money, take money\n  Make money, take money\n  Make money, take money\n  Make money, take money\n"},{"id":17913468,"name":"FUCK FRIENDZ","trackName":"FUCK FRIENDZ","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"2Pac - UNTIL THE END OF TIME (DISC 1)","duration":319.95575,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Pawhoo hoo hoo hoo\nI don't wanna be your man, bitch\n(Fuck that)\nWhat you crazy\nI don't wanna be your fuckin' man\nYou stupid you fuckin' idiot\n(Drunk ho)\nI wanna be\nYo let me fuck that nigga down\nWhat's that?\nMy ghetto love song hahaha\n(Set it off, set it off)\nLet's be friends\n(Where my niggas at)\n(Where my niggas, where my niggas)\nI know you wanna fuck\n(Where my niggas at?)\n(All my real niggas throw your muthafuckin' hands up)\nLet's be friends\nWhere my niggas, where my niggas\nHahahaha yeeeah\n(Let's go lets go)\nLet's be friends\n(Throw ya hands in the air)\nThere's no need to front\n(Let's see ya just throw ya hands in the air)\nLet's be friends...\n(Westside in this motherfucker right here, Westside)\n(Throw ya hands in the air)\n\nApproach you and post a minute, arm on my double-R tinted\nAs you pass by, winkin' my eye, freshly scented\nWhat's the haps, baby? Come get with me and perhaps, lady\nYou can help me multiply my stacks, baby\nCurrency seems small, I need companionship\n\nThrough with that scandalous shit, I bet your man ain't shit\nSo why you hesitatin', actin' like yo' shit don't stink?\nCheck out my diamonds, bitch, everyone gon' blink\nThis be a thug thang, Outlaw nigga with riches\nCream dreamin', motherfucker, on a mash for bitches\nCheck my résumé, sippin' on Cristal and Alize\nSmokin' on big weed, keyed the Cali way\nDon't like trickin', but I'll buy you a fit\nI can't stand no sneaker-wearin' nappy head bitch\nLet my pedigree, read briefly, this O.G\nPuttin' bitch-made bustas to sleep with no grief\nMash on my so-called car, who the man?\nWhile I'm tuggin' on your main bitch head\nUnderstand this: Ain't no nigga like me, fuck Jay Z!\nHe broke and I smoke daily, baby, let's be\n\nLet's be friends (where my niggas? Where my niggas at come on)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all\nLong as you just bring me your friends (all my niggas, where my hoes at?)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes?\nLet's be friends (Where the bitches at who want niggas with money?)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all (Where you at, baby?)\nLong as you just bring me your friends (cash makin' hoes)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes? Let's be-\n\nI met you and I stuttered in passion\nThough slightly blinded by that ass\nIt was hard to keep my dick in my pants, every time you pass\nGot me checkin' for you hardcore, starin' and watchin'\nMe and you, one on one, picture countless options\nWas if prophecy clear as day, visions on top of me\nErotic, psychotic, when possess by bodies\nFar from a crush, I wanna bust your guts\nAnd touch everything inside you from my head to my nuts\nYou got me sweatin' like a fat girl goin' for mine\nJust a skinny nigga fuckin' like she stole my mind\nBack in time, I recall how she used to be\nI guess money and fame made you used to me\nWhat's up in '9-6? Find tricks in drag\nFuck Dre! Tell that bitch he can kiss my ass!\nBack to you, my pretty-ass caramel queen\nGot my hands on your thighs, now let me in-between as friends\n\nFriends (Westside, motherfucker, right here)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all\nLong as you just bring me your friends (Westside in this motherfucker)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes?\nLet's be friends (Westside in this motherfucker right here)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all\nLong as you just bring me your friends (in this motherfucker right here)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes?\n\nCan you imagine me in player mode, rush the tricks\nI got her ready for a booty call, I fucked your bitch\nWas it me or the fame, my dick or the game\nBet I scream 'Westside' when I came\nScream my name because, baby, it's delicious\nGot a weak spot for pretty bitches\nUp and down, similar to switches\nMy movement, baby, let your back dip into it, make it fluid\nIn and out, all around when a nigga do it\nYou've got me high, let me come inside!\nI love it when you get on top, baby let me ride!\nWho wanna stop me? Am I top notch?\nFuck player hatin' niggas cuz they cockblock\nYou probably hate to see a real thug with vision, what's the game?\nRather see a nigga up in prison, why you change?\nMade a living out of cuss words, liquor and weed\nA bad seed turned good in this world of G's\nBaby's got me fantasizin', seein' you naked\nIt's a fuck song, now check the record\nLet's be friends! Where my niggas at? Show me where my niggas at?\nWhere my bitches at? Thug style\n\nLet's be friends (where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?)\n(Throw yo' guns in the air)\nFriends\n(My ghetto love song, it goes on and on and on and on)\nLet's be friends\n(Where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?) You ain't gotta front with me\n(Where my niggas at?)\nFriends\n(Where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?) I know what you want\n(Where my people at? Let's be-)\n\nWhere my people at? Show me where my people at\nWhere my people at? Show me where my people at\nAll my niggas now, just my niggas come\nWhere my niggas at? Just my niggas now\nBe friends, tell me where my niggas at\nBe friends, tell me where my bitches at\nBe friends, tell me where my people at\nMake money, take money, be friends\n\nFriends (get your cash on, let's get dough)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all\nLong as you just bring me your friends (come on, get your cash on)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes? (Uh, let's get paid)\nLet's be friends (uh, come on, get your cash on)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all (let's get paid)\nLong as you just bring me your friends (come on, get your cash on!)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes? (let's get paid)\nLet's be friends\n\nMake money, take money\nMake money, take money\nMake money, take money\nMake money, take money\nMake money, take money","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: FUCK FRIENDZ\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: 2Pac - UNTIL THE END OF TIME (DISC 1)\n  duration_ms: 319956\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Pawhoo hoo hoo hoo\n  I don't wanna be your man, bitch\n  (Fuck that)\n  What you crazy\n  I don't wanna be your fuckin' man\n  You stupid you fuckin' idiot\n  (Drunk ho)\n  I wanna be\n  Yo let me fuck that nigga down\n  What's that?\n  My ghetto love song hahaha\n  (Set it off, set it off)\n  Let's be friends\n  (Where my niggas at)\n  (Where my niggas, where my niggas)\n  I know you wanna fuck\n  (Where my niggas at?)\n  (All my real niggas throw your muthafuckin' hands up)\n  Let's be friends\n  Where my niggas, where my niggas\n  Hahahaha yeeeah\n  (Let's go lets go)\n  Let's be friends\n  (Throw ya hands in the air)\n  There's no need to front\n  (Let's see ya just throw ya hands in the air)\n  Let's be friends...\n  (Westside in this motherfucker right here, Westside)\n  (Throw ya hands in the air)\n\n  Approach you and post a minute, arm on my double-R tinted\n  As you pass by, winkin' my eye, freshly scented\n  What's the haps, baby? Come get with me and perhaps, lady\n  You can help me multiply my stacks, baby\n  Currency seems small, I need companionship\n\n  Through with that scandalous shit, I bet your man ain't shit\n  So why you hesitatin', actin' like yo' shit don't stink?\n  Check out my diamonds, bitch, everyone gon' blink\n  This be a thug thang, Outlaw nigga with riches\n  Cream dreamin', motherfucker, on a mash for bitches\n  Check my résumé, sippin' on Cristal and Alize\n  Smokin' on big weed, keyed the Cali way\n  Don't like trickin', but I'll buy you a fit\n  I can't stand no sneaker-wearin' nappy head bitch\n  Let my pedigree, read briefly, this O.G\n  Puttin' bitch-made bustas to sleep with no grief\n  Mash on my so-called car, who the man?\n  While I'm tuggin' on your main bitch head\n  Understand this: Ain't no nigga like me, fuck Jay Z!\n  He broke and I smoke daily, baby, let's be\n\n  Let's be friends (where my niggas? Where my niggas at come on)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (all my niggas, where my hoes at?)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes?\n  Let's be friends (Where the bitches at who want niggas with money?)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all (Where you at, baby?)\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (cash makin' hoes)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes? Let's be-\n\n  I met you and I stuttered in passion\n  Though slightly blinded by that ass\n  It was hard to keep my dick in my pants, every time you pass\n  Got me checkin' for you hardcore, starin' and watchin'\n  Me and you, one on one, picture countless options\n  Was if prophecy clear as day, visions on top of me\n  Erotic, psychotic, when possess by bodies\n  Far from a crush, I wanna bust your guts\n  And touch everything inside you from my head to my nuts\n  You got me sweatin' like a fat girl goin' for mine\n  Just a skinny nigga fuckin' like she stole my mind\n  Back in time, I recall how she used to be\n  I guess money and fame made you used to me\n  What's up in '9-6? Find tricks in drag\n  Fuck Dre! Tell that bitch he can kiss my ass!\n  Back to you, my pretty-ass caramel queen\n  Got my hands on your thighs, now let me in-between as friends\n\n  Friends (Westside, motherfucker, right here)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (Westside in this motherfucker)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes?\n  Let's be friends (Westside in this motherfucker right here)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (in this motherfucker right here)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes?\n\n  Can you imagine me in player mode, rush the tricks\n  I got her ready for a booty call, I fucked your bitch\n  Was it me or the fame, my dick or the game\n  Bet I scream 'Westside' when I came\n  Scream my name because, baby, it's delicious\n  Got a weak spot for pretty bitches\n  Up and down, similar to switches\n  My movement, baby, let your back dip into it, make it fluid\n  In and out, all around when a nigga do it\n  You've got me high, let me come inside!\n  I love it when you get on top, baby let me ride!\n  Who wanna stop me? Am I top notch?\n  Fuck player hatin' niggas cuz they cockblock\n  You probably hate to see a real thug with vision, what's the game?\n  Rather see a nigga up in prison, why you change?\n  Made a living out of cuss words, liquor and weed\n  A bad seed turned good in this world of G's\n  Baby's got me fantasizin', seein' you naked\n  It's a fuck song, now check the record\n  Let's be friends! Where my niggas at? Show me where my niggas at?\n  Where my bitches at? Thug style\n\n  Let's be friends (where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?)\n  (Throw yo' guns in the air)\n  Friends\n  (My ghetto love song, it goes on and on and on and on)\n  Let's be friends\n  (Where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?) You ain't gotta front with me\n  (Where my niggas at?)\n  Friends\n  (Where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?) I know what you want\n  (Where my people at? Let's be-)\n\n  Where my people at? Show me where my people at\n  Where my people at? Show me where my people at\n  All my niggas now, just my niggas come\n  Where my niggas at? Just my niggas now\n  Be friends, tell me where my niggas at\n  Be friends, tell me where my bitches at\n  Be friends, tell me where my people at\n  Make money, take money, be friends\n\n  Friends (get your cash on, let's get dough)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (come on, get your cash on)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes? (Uh, let's get paid)\n  Let's be friends (uh, come on, get your cash on)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all (let's get paid)\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (come on, get your cash on!)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes? (let's get paid)\n  Let's be friends\n\n  Make money, take money\n  Make money, take money\n  Make money, take money\n  Make money, take money\n  Make money, take money\n"},{"id":20632704,"name":"Fuck Friendz","trackName":"Fuck Friendz","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"Lil Prophet Presents 2Pac - Ten Years Gone Volume 2","duration":211.617959,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Pawhoo hoo hoo hoo\nI don't wanna be your man, bitch\n(Fuck that)\nWhat you crazy\nI don't wanna be your fuckin' man\nYou stupid you fuckin' idiot\n(Drunk ho)\nI wanna be\nYo let me fuck that nigga down\nWhat's that?\nMy ghetto love song hahaha\n(Set it off, set it off)\nLet's be friends\n(Where my niggas at)\n(Where my niggas, where my niggas)\nI know you wanna fuck\n(Where my niggas at?)\n(All my real niggas throw your muthafuckin' hands up)\nLet's be friends\nWhere my niggas, where my niggas\nHahahaha yeeeah\n(Let's go lets go)\nLet's be friends\n(Throw ya hands in the air)\nThere's no need to front\n(Let's see ya just throw ya hands in the air)\nLet's be friends...\n(Westside in this motherfucker right here, Westside)\n(Throw ya hands in the air)\n\nApproach you and post a minute, arm on my double-R tinted\nAs you pass by, winkin' my eye, freshly scented\nWhat's the haps, baby? Come get with me and perhaps, lady\nYou can help me multiply my stacks, baby\nCurrency seems small, I need companionship\n\nThrough with that scandalous shit, I bet your man ain't shit\nSo why you hesitatin', actin' like yo' shit don't stink?\nCheck out my diamonds, bitch, everyone gon' blink\nThis be a thug thang, Outlaw nigga with riches\nCream dreamin', motherfucker, on a mash for bitches\nCheck my résumé, sippin' on Cristal and Alize\nSmokin' on big weed, keyed the Cali way\nDon't like trickin', but I'll buy you a fit\nI can't stand no sneaker-wearin' nappy head bitch\nLet my pedigree, read briefly, this O.G\nPuttin' bitch-made bustas to sleep with no grief\nMash on my so-called car, who the man?\nWhile I'm tuggin' on your main bitch head\nUnderstand this: Ain't no nigga like me, fuck Jay Z!\nHe broke and I smoke daily, baby, let's be\n\nLet's be friends (where my niggas? Where my niggas at come on)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all\nLong as you just bring me your friends (all my niggas, where my hoes at?)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes?\nLet's be friends (Where the bitches at who want niggas with money?)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all (Where you at, baby?)\nLong as you just bring me your friends (cash makin' hoes)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes? Let's be-\n\nI met you and I stuttered in passion\nThough slightly blinded by that ass\nIt was hard to keep my dick in my pants, every time you pass\nGot me checkin' for you hardcore, starin' and watchin'\nMe and you, one on one, picture countless options\nWas if prophecy clear as day, visions on top of me\nErotic, psychotic, when possess by bodies\nFar from a crush, I wanna bust your guts\nAnd touch everything inside you from my head to my nuts\nYou got me sweatin' like a fat girl goin' for mine\nJust a skinny nigga fuckin' like she stole my mind\nBack in time, I recall how she used to be\nI guess money and fame made you used to me\nWhat's up in '9-6? Find tricks in drag\nFuck Dre! Tell that bitch he can kiss my ass!\nBack to you, my pretty-ass caramel queen\nGot my hands on your thighs, now let me in-between as friends\n\nFriends (Westside, motherfucker, right here)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all\nLong as you just bring me your friends (Westside in this motherfucker)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes?\nLet's be friends (Westside in this motherfucker right here)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all\nLong as you just bring me your friends (in this motherfucker right here)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes?\n\nCan you imagine me in player mode, rush the tricks\nI got her ready for a booty call, I fucked your bitch\nWas it me or the fame, my dick or the game\nBet I scream 'Westside' when I came\nScream my name because, baby, it's delicious\nGot a weak spot for pretty bitches\nUp and down, similar to switches\nMy movement, baby, let your back dip into it, make it fluid\nIn and out, all around when a nigga do it\nYou've got me high, let me come inside!\nI love it when you get on top, baby let me ride!\nWho wanna stop me? Am I top notch?\nFuck player hatin' niggas cuz they cockblock\nYou probably hate to see a real thug with vision, what's the game?\nRather see a nigga up in prison, why you change?\nMade a living out of cuss words, liquor and weed\nA bad seed turned good in this world of G's\nBaby's got me fantasizin', seein' you naked\nIt's a fuck song, now check the record\nLet's be friends! Where my niggas at? Show me where my niggas at?\nWhere my bitches at? Thug style\n\nLet's be friends (where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?)\n(Throw yo' guns in the air)\nFriends\n(My ghetto love song, it goes on and on and on and on)\nLet's be friends\n(Where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?) You ain't gotta front with me\n(Where my niggas at?)\nFriends\n(Where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?) I know what you want\n(Where my people at? Let's be-)\n\nWhere my people at? Show me where my people at\nWhere my people at? Show me where my people at\nAll my niggas now, just my niggas come\nWhere my niggas at? Just my niggas now\nBe friends, tell me where my niggas at\nBe friends, tell me where my bitches at\nBe friends, tell me where my people at\nMake money, take money, be friends\n\nFriends (get your cash on, let's get dough)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all\nLong as you just bring me your friends (come on, get your cash on)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes? (Uh, let's get paid)\nLet's be friends (uh, come on, get your cash on)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all (let's get paid)\nLong as you just bring me your friends (come on, get your cash on!)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes? (let's get paid)\nLet's be friends\n\nMake money, take money\nMake money, take money\nMake money, take money\nMake money, take money\nMake money, take money","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fuck Friendz\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: Lil Prophet Presents 2Pac - Ten Years Gone Volume 2\n  duration_ms: 211618\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Pawhoo hoo hoo hoo\n  I don't wanna be your man, bitch\n  (Fuck that)\n  What you crazy\n  I don't wanna be your fuckin' man\n  You stupid you fuckin' idiot\n  (Drunk ho)\n  I wanna be\n  Yo let me fuck that nigga down\n  What's that?\n  My ghetto love song hahaha\n  (Set it off, set it off)\n  Let's be friends\n  (Where my niggas at)\n  (Where my niggas, where my niggas)\n  I know you wanna fuck\n  (Where my niggas at?)\n  (All my real niggas throw your muthafuckin' hands up)\n  Let's be friends\n  Where my niggas, where my niggas\n  Hahahaha yeeeah\n  (Let's go lets go)\n  Let's be friends\n  (Throw ya hands in the air)\n  There's no need to front\n  (Let's see ya just throw ya hands in the air)\n  Let's be friends...\n  (Westside in this motherfucker right here, Westside)\n  (Throw ya hands in the air)\n\n  Approach you and post a minute, arm on my double-R tinted\n  As you pass by, winkin' my eye, freshly scented\n  What's the haps, baby? Come get with me and perhaps, lady\n  You can help me multiply my stacks, baby\n  Currency seems small, I need companionship\n\n  Through with that scandalous shit, I bet your man ain't shit\n  So why you hesitatin', actin' like yo' shit don't stink?\n  Check out my diamonds, bitch, everyone gon' blink\n  This be a thug thang, Outlaw nigga with riches\n  Cream dreamin', motherfucker, on a mash for bitches\n  Check my résumé, sippin' on Cristal and Alize\n  Smokin' on big weed, keyed the Cali way\n  Don't like trickin', but I'll buy you a fit\n  I can't stand no sneaker-wearin' nappy head bitch\n  Let my pedigree, read briefly, this O.G\n  Puttin' bitch-made bustas to sleep with no grief\n  Mash on my so-called car, who the man?\n  While I'm tuggin' on your main bitch head\n  Understand this: Ain't no nigga like me, fuck Jay Z!\n  He broke and I smoke daily, baby, let's be\n\n  Let's be friends (where my niggas? Where my niggas at come on)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (all my niggas, where my hoes at?)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes?\n  Let's be friends (Where the bitches at who want niggas with money?)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all (Where you at, baby?)\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (cash makin' hoes)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes? Let's be-\n\n  I met you and I stuttered in passion\n  Though slightly blinded by that ass\n  It was hard to keep my dick in my pants, every time you pass\n  Got me checkin' for you hardcore, starin' and watchin'\n  Me and you, one on one, picture countless options\n  Was if prophecy clear as day, visions on top of me\n  Erotic, psychotic, when possess by bodies\n  Far from a crush, I wanna bust your guts\n  And touch everything inside you from my head to my nuts\n  You got me sweatin' like a fat girl goin' for mine\n  Just a skinny nigga fuckin' like she stole my mind\n  Back in time, I recall how she used to be\n  I guess money and fame made you used to me\n  What's up in '9-6? Find tricks in drag\n  Fuck Dre! Tell that bitch he can kiss my ass!\n  Back to you, my pretty-ass caramel queen\n  Got my hands on your thighs, now let me in-between as friends\n\n  Friends (Westside, motherfucker, right here)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (Westside in this motherfucker)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes?\n  Let's be friends (Westside in this motherfucker right here)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (in this motherfucker right here)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes?\n\n  Can you imagine me in player mode, rush the tricks\n  I got her ready for a booty call, I fucked your bitch\n  Was it me or the fame, my dick or the game\n  Bet I scream 'Westside' when I came\n  Scream my name because, baby, it's delicious\n  Got a weak spot for pretty bitches\n  Up and down, similar to switches\n  My movement, baby, let your back dip into it, make it fluid\n  In and out, all around when a nigga do it\n  You've got me high, let me come inside!\n  I love it when you get on top, baby let me ride!\n  Who wanna stop me? Am I top notch?\n  Fuck player hatin' niggas cuz they cockblock\n  You probably hate to see a real thug with vision, what's the game?\n  Rather see a nigga up in prison, why you change?\n  Made a living out of cuss words, liquor and weed\n  A bad seed turned good in this world of G's\n  Baby's got me fantasizin', seein' you naked\n  It's a fuck song, now check the record\n  Let's be friends! Where my niggas at? Show me where my niggas at?\n  Where my bitches at? Thug style\n\n  Let's be friends (where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?)\n  (Throw yo' guns in the air)\n  Friends\n  (My ghetto love song, it goes on and on and on and on)\n  Let's be friends\n  (Where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?) You ain't gotta front with me\n  (Where my niggas at?)\n  Friends\n  (Where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?) I know what you want\n  (Where my people at? Let's be-)\n\n  Where my people at? Show me where my people at\n  Where my people at? Show me where my people at\n  All my niggas now, just my niggas come\n  Where my niggas at? Just my niggas now\n  Be friends, tell me where my niggas at\n  Be friends, tell me where my bitches at\n  Be friends, tell me where my people at\n  Make money, take money, be friends\n\n  Friends (get your cash on, let's get dough)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (come on, get your cash on)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes? (Uh, let's get paid)\n  Let's be friends (uh, come on, get your cash on)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all (let's get paid)\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (come on, get your cash on!)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes? (let's get paid)\n  Let's be friends\n\n  Make money, take money\n  Make money, take money\n  Make money, take money\n  Make money, take money\n  Make money, take money\n"},{"id":12627404,"name":"2 - 2Pac - Fuck Friendz","trackName":"2 - 2Pac - Fuck Friendz","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"Until The End Of Time","duration":320.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Pawhoo hoo hoo hoo\nI don't wanna be your man, bitch\n(Fuck that)\nWhat you crazy\nI don't wanna be your fuckin' man\nYou stupid you fuckin' idiot\n(Drunk ho)\nI wanna be\nYo let me fuck that nigga down\nWhat's that?\nMy ghetto love song hahaha\n(Set it off, set it off)\nLet's be friends\n(Where my niggas at)\n(Where my niggas, where my niggas)\nI know you wanna fuck\n(Where my niggas at?)\n(All my real niggas throw your muthafuckin' hands up)\nLet's be friends\nWhere my niggas, where my niggas\nHahahaha yeeeah\n(Let's go lets go)\nLet's be friends\n(Throw ya hands in the air)\nThere's no need to front\n(Let's see ya just throw ya hands in the air)\nLet's be friends...\n(Westside in this motherfucker right here, Westside)\n(Throw ya hands in the air)\n\nApproach you and post a minute, arm on my double-R tinted\nAs you pass by, winkin' my eye, freshly scented\nWhat's the haps, baby? Come get with me and perhaps, lady\nYou can help me multiply my stacks, baby\nCurrency seems small, I need companionship\n\nThrough with that scandalous shit, I bet your man ain't shit\nSo why you hesitatin', actin' like yo' shit don't stink?\nCheck out my diamonds, bitch, everyone gon' blink\nThis be a thug thang, Outlaw nigga with riches\nCream dreamin', motherfucker, on a mash for bitches\nCheck my résumé, sippin' on Cristal and Alize\nSmokin' on big weed, keyed the Cali way\nDon't like trickin', but I'll buy you a fit\nI can't stand no sneaker-wearin' nappy head bitch\nLet my pedigree, read briefly, this O.G\nPuttin' bitch-made bustas to sleep with no grief\nMash on my so-called car, who the man?\nWhile I'm tuggin' on your main bitch head\nUnderstand this: Ain't no nigga like me, fuck Jay Z!\nHe broke and I smoke daily, baby, let's be\n\nLet's be friends (where my niggas? Where my niggas at come on)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all\nLong as you just bring me your friends (all my niggas, where my hoes at?)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes?\nLet's be friends (Where the bitches at who want niggas with money?)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all (Where you at, baby?)\nLong as you just bring me your friends (cash makin' hoes)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes? Let's be-\n\nI met you and I stuttered in passion\nThough slightly blinded by that ass\nIt was hard to keep my dick in my pants, every time you pass\nGot me checkin' for you hardcore, starin' and watchin'\nMe and you, one on one, picture countless options\nWas if prophecy clear as day, visions on top of me\nErotic, psychotic, when possess by bodies\nFar from a crush, I wanna bust your guts\nAnd touch everything inside you from my head to my nuts\nYou got me sweatin' like a fat girl goin' for mine\nJust a skinny nigga fuckin' like she stole my mind\nBack in time, I recall how she used to be\nI guess money and fame made you used to me\nWhat's up in '9-6? Find tricks in drag\nFuck Dre! Tell that bitch he can kiss my ass!\nBack to you, my pretty-ass caramel queen\nGot my hands on your thighs, now let me in-between as friends\n\nFriends (Westside, motherfucker, right here)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all\nLong as you just bring me your friends (Westside in this motherfucker)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes?\nLet's be friends (Westside in this motherfucker right here)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all\nLong as you just bring me your friends (in this motherfucker right here)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes?\n\nCan you imagine me in player mode, rush the tricks\nI got her ready for a booty call, I fucked your bitch\nWas it me or the fame, my dick or the game\nBet I scream 'Westside' when I came\nScream my name because, baby, it's delicious\nGot a weak spot for pretty bitches\nUp and down, similar to switches\nMy movement, baby, let your back dip into it, make it fluid\nIn and out, all around when a nigga do it\nYou've got me high, let me come inside!\nI love it when you get on top, baby let me ride!\nWho wanna stop me? Am I top notch?\nFuck player hatin' niggas cuz they cockblock\nYou probably hate to see a real thug with vision, what's the game?\nRather see a nigga up in prison, why you change?\nMade a living out of cuss words, liquor and weed\nA bad seed turned good in this world of G's\nBaby's got me fantasizin', seein' you naked\nIt's a fuck song, now check the record\nLet's be friends! Where my niggas at? Show me where my niggas at?\nWhere my bitches at? Thug style\n\nLet's be friends (where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?)\n(Throw yo' guns in the air)\nFriends\n(My ghetto love song, it goes on and on and on and on)\nLet's be friends\n(Where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?) You ain't gotta front with me\n(Where my niggas at?)\nFriends\n(Where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?) I know what you want\n(Where my people at? Let's be-)\n\nWhere my people at? Show me where my people at\nWhere my people at? Show me where my people at\nAll my niggas now, just my niggas come\nWhere my niggas at? Just my niggas now\nBe friends, tell me where my niggas at\nBe friends, tell me where my bitches at\nBe friends, tell me where my people at\nMake money, take money, be friends\n\nFriends (get your cash on, let's get dough)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all\nLong as you just bring me your friends (come on, get your cash on)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes? (Uh, let's get paid)\nLet's be friends (uh, come on, get your cash on)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all (let's get paid)\nLong as you just bring me your friends (come on, get your cash on!)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes? (let's get paid)\nLet's be friends\n\nMake money, take money\nMake money, take money\nMake money, take money\nMake money, take money\nMake money, take money","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 2 - 2Pac - Fuck Friendz\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: Until The End Of Time\n  duration_ms: 320000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Pawhoo hoo hoo hoo\n  I don't wanna be your man, bitch\n  (Fuck that)\n  What you crazy\n  I don't wanna be your fuckin' man\n  You stupid you fuckin' idiot\n  (Drunk ho)\n  I wanna be\n  Yo let me fuck that nigga down\n  What's that?\n  My ghetto love song hahaha\n  (Set it off, set it off)\n  Let's be friends\n  (Where my niggas at)\n  (Where my niggas, where my niggas)\n  I know you wanna fuck\n  (Where my niggas at?)\n  (All my real niggas throw your muthafuckin' hands up)\n  Let's be friends\n  Where my niggas, where my niggas\n  Hahahaha yeeeah\n  (Let's go lets go)\n  Let's be friends\n  (Throw ya hands in the air)\n  There's no need to front\n  (Let's see ya just throw ya hands in the air)\n  Let's be friends...\n  (Westside in this motherfucker right here, Westside)\n  (Throw ya hands in the air)\n\n  Approach you and post a minute, arm on my double-R tinted\n  As you pass by, winkin' my eye, freshly scented\n  What's the haps, baby? Come get with me and perhaps, lady\n  You can help me multiply my stacks, baby\n  Currency seems small, I need companionship\n\n  Through with that scandalous shit, I bet your man ain't shit\n  So why you hesitatin', actin' like yo' shit don't stink?\n  Check out my diamonds, bitch, everyone gon' blink\n  This be a thug thang, Outlaw nigga with riches\n  Cream dreamin', motherfucker, on a mash for bitches\n  Check my résumé, sippin' on Cristal and Alize\n  Smokin' on big weed, keyed the Cali way\n  Don't like trickin', but I'll buy you a fit\n  I can't stand no sneaker-wearin' nappy head bitch\n  Let my pedigree, read briefly, this O.G\n  Puttin' bitch-made bustas to sleep with no grief\n  Mash on my so-called car, who the man?\n  While I'm tuggin' on your main bitch head\n  Understand this: Ain't no nigga like me, fuck Jay Z!\n  He broke and I smoke daily, baby, let's be\n\n  Let's be friends (where my niggas? Where my niggas at come on)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (all my niggas, where my hoes at?)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes?\n  Let's be friends (Where the bitches at who want niggas with money?)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all (Where you at, baby?)\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (cash makin' hoes)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes? Let's be-\n\n  I met you and I stuttered in passion\n  Though slightly blinded by that ass\n  It was hard to keep my dick in my pants, every time you pass\n  Got me checkin' for you hardcore, starin' and watchin'\n  Me and you, one on one, picture countless options\n  Was if prophecy clear as day, visions on top of me\n  Erotic, psychotic, when possess by bodies\n  Far from a crush, I wanna bust your guts\n  And touch everything inside you from my head to my nuts\n  You got me sweatin' like a fat girl goin' for mine\n  Just a skinny nigga fuckin' like she stole my mind\n  Back in time, I recall how she used to be\n  I guess money and fame made you used to me\n  What's up in '9-6? Find tricks in drag\n  Fuck Dre! Tell that bitch he can kiss my ass!\n  Back to you, my pretty-ass caramel queen\n  Got my hands on your thighs, now let me in-between as friends\n\n  Friends (Westside, motherfucker, right here)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (Westside in this motherfucker)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes?\n  Let's be friends (Westside in this motherfucker right here)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (in this motherfucker right here)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes?\n\n  Can you imagine me in player mode, rush the tricks\n  I got her ready for a booty call, I fucked your bitch\n  Was it me or the fame, my dick or the game\n  Bet I scream 'Westside' when I came\n  Scream my name because, baby, it's delicious\n  Got a weak spot for pretty bitches\n  Up and down, similar to switches\n  My movement, baby, let your back dip into it, make it fluid\n  In and out, all around when a nigga do it\n  You've got me high, let me come inside!\n  I love it when you get on top, baby let me ride!\n  Who wanna stop me? Am I top notch?\n  Fuck player hatin' niggas cuz they cockblock\n  You probably hate to see a real thug with vision, what's the game?\n  Rather see a nigga up in prison, why you change?\n  Made a living out of cuss words, liquor and weed\n  A bad seed turned good in this world of G's\n  Baby's got me fantasizin', seein' you naked\n  It's a fuck song, now check the record\n  Let's be friends! Where my niggas at? Show me where my niggas at?\n  Where my bitches at? Thug style\n\n  Let's be friends (where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?)\n  (Throw yo' guns in the air)\n  Friends\n  (My ghetto love song, it goes on and on and on and on)\n  Let's be friends\n  (Where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?) You ain't gotta front with me\n  (Where my niggas at?)\n  Friends\n  (Where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?) I know what you want\n  (Where my people at? Let's be-)\n\n  Where my people at? Show me where my people at\n  Where my people at? Show me where my people at\n  All my niggas now, just my niggas come\n  Where my niggas at? Just my niggas now\n  Be friends, tell me where my niggas at\n  Be friends, tell me where my bitches at\n  Be friends, tell me where my people at\n  Make money, take money, be friends\n\n  Friends (get your cash on, let's get dough)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (come on, get your cash on)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes? (Uh, let's get paid)\n  Let's be friends (uh, come on, get your cash on)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all (let's get paid)\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (come on, get your cash on!)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes? 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Come get with me and perhaps, lady\nYou can help me multiply my stacks, baby\nCurrency seems small, I need companionship\n\nThrough with that scandalous shit, I bet your man ain't shit\nSo why you hesitatin', actin' like yo' shit don't stink?\nCheck out my diamonds, bitch, everyone gon' blink\nThis be a thug thang, Outlaw nigga with riches\nCream dreamin', motherfucker, on a mash for bitches\nCheck my résumé, sippin' on Cristal and Alize\nSmokin' on big weed, keyed the Cali way\nDon't like trickin', but I'll buy you a fit\nI can't stand no sneaker-wearin' nappy head bitch\nLet my pedigree, read briefly, this O.G\nPuttin' bitch-made bustas to sleep with no grief\nMash on my so-called car, who the man?\nWhile I'm tuggin' on your main bitch head\nUnderstand this: Ain't no nigga like me, fuck Jay Z!\nHe broke and I smoke daily, baby, let's be\n\nLet's be friends (where my niggas? 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Tell that bitch he can kiss my ass!\nBack to you, my pretty-ass caramel queen\nGot my hands on your thighs, now let me in-between as friends\n\nFriends (Westside, motherfucker, right here)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all\nLong as you just bring me your friends (Westside in this motherfucker)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes?\nLet's be friends (Westside in this motherfucker right here)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all\nLong as you just bring me your friends (in this motherfucker right here)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes?\n\nCan you imagine me in player mode, rush the tricks\nI got her ready for a booty call, I fucked your bitch\nWas it me or the fame, my dick or the game\nBet I scream 'Westside' when I came\nScream my name because, baby, it's delicious\nGot a weak spot for pretty bitches\nUp and down, similar to switches\nMy movement, baby, let your back dip into it, make it fluid\nIn and out, all around when a nigga do it\nYou've got me high, let me come inside!\nI love it when you get on top, baby let me ride!\nWho wanna stop me? Am I top notch?\nFuck player hatin' niggas cuz they cockblock\nYou probably hate to see a real thug with vision, what's the game?\nRather see a nigga up in prison, why you change?\nMade a living out of cuss words, liquor and weed\nA bad seed turned good in this world of G's\nBaby's got me fantasizin', seein' you naked\nIt's a fuck song, now check the record\nLet's be friends! Where my niggas at? Show me where my niggas at?\nWhere my bitches at? Thug style\n\nLet's be friends (where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?)\n(Throw yo' guns in the air)\nFriends\n(My ghetto love song, it goes on and on and on and on)\nLet's be friends\n(Where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?) You ain't gotta front with me\n(Where my niggas at?)\nFriends\n(Where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?) I know what you want\n(Where my people at? Let's be-)\n\nWhere my people at? Show me where my people at\nWhere my people at? Show me where my people at\nAll my niggas now, just my niggas come\nWhere my niggas at? Just my niggas now\nBe friends, tell me where my niggas at\nBe friends, tell me where my bitches at\nBe friends, tell me where my people at\nMake money, take money, be friends\n\nFriends (get your cash on, let's get dough)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all\nLong as you just bring me your friends (come on, get your cash on)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes? (Uh, let's get paid)\nLet's be friends (uh, come on, get your cash on)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all (let's get paid)\nLong as you just bring me your friends (come on, get your cash on!)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes? 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Come get with me and perhaps, lady\n  You can help me multiply my stacks, baby\n  Currency seems small, I need companionship\n\n  Through with that scandalous shit, I bet your man ain't shit\n  So why you hesitatin', actin' like yo' shit don't stink?\n  Check out my diamonds, bitch, everyone gon' blink\n  This be a thug thang, Outlaw nigga with riches\n  Cream dreamin', motherfucker, on a mash for bitches\n  Check my résumé, sippin' on Cristal and Alize\n  Smokin' on big weed, keyed the Cali way\n  Don't like trickin', but I'll buy you a fit\n  I can't stand no sneaker-wearin' nappy head bitch\n  Let my pedigree, read briefly, this O.G\n  Puttin' bitch-made bustas to sleep with no grief\n  Mash on my so-called car, who the man?\n  While I'm tuggin' on your main bitch head\n  Understand this: Ain't no nigga like me, fuck Jay Z!\n  He broke and I smoke daily, baby, let's be\n\n  Let's be friends (where my niggas? Where my niggas at come on)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (all my niggas, where my hoes at?)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes?\n  Let's be friends (Where the bitches at who want niggas with money?)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all (Where you at, baby?)\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (cash makin' hoes)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes? Let's be-\n\n  I met you and I stuttered in passion\n  Though slightly blinded by that ass\n  It was hard to keep my dick in my pants, every time you pass\n  Got me checkin' for you hardcore, starin' and watchin'\n  Me and you, one on one, picture countless options\n  Was if prophecy clear as day, visions on top of me\n  Erotic, psychotic, when possess by bodies\n  Far from a crush, I wanna bust your guts\n  And touch everything inside you from my head to my nuts\n  You got me sweatin' like a fat girl goin' for mine\n  Just a skinny nigga fuckin' like she stole my mind\n  Back in time, I recall how she used to be\n  I guess money and fame made you used to me\n  What's up in '9-6? Find tricks in drag\n  Fuck Dre! Tell that bitch he can kiss my ass!\n  Back to you, my pretty-ass caramel queen\n  Got my hands on your thighs, now let me in-between as friends\n\n  Friends (Westside, motherfucker, right here)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (Westside in this motherfucker)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes?\n  Let's be friends (Westside in this motherfucker right here)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (in this motherfucker right here)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes?\n\n  Can you imagine me in player mode, rush the tricks\n  I got her ready for a booty call, I fucked your bitch\n  Was it me or the fame, my dick or the game\n  Bet I scream 'Westside' when I came\n  Scream my name because, baby, it's delicious\n  Got a weak spot for pretty bitches\n  Up and down, similar to switches\n  My movement, baby, let your back dip into it, make it fluid\n  In and out, all around when a nigga do it\n  You've got me high, let me come inside!\n  I love it when you get on top, baby let me ride!\n  Who wanna stop me? Am I top notch?\n  Fuck player hatin' niggas cuz they cockblock\n  You probably hate to see a real thug with vision, what's the game?\n  Rather see a nigga up in prison, why you change?\n  Made a living out of cuss words, liquor and weed\n  A bad seed turned good in this world of G's\n  Baby's got me fantasizin', seein' you naked\n  It's a fuck song, now check the record\n  Let's be friends! Where my niggas at? Show me where my niggas at?\n  Where my bitches at? Thug style\n\n  Let's be friends (where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?)\n  (Throw yo' guns in the air)\n  Friends\n  (My ghetto love song, it goes on and on and on and on)\n  Let's be friends\n  (Where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?) You ain't gotta front with me\n  (Where my niggas at?)\n  Friends\n  (Where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?) I know what you want\n  (Where my people at? Let's be-)\n\n  Where my people at? Show me where my people at\n  Where my people at? Show me where my people at\n  All my niggas now, just my niggas come\n  Where my niggas at? Just my niggas now\n  Be friends, tell me where my niggas at\n  Be friends, tell me where my bitches at\n  Be friends, tell me where my people at\n  Make money, take money, be friends\n\n  Friends (get your cash on, let's get dough)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (come on, get your cash on)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes? (Uh, let's get paid)\n  Let's be friends (uh, come on, get your cash on)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all (let's get paid)\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (come on, get your cash on!)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes? 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Come get with me and perhaps, lady\nYou can help me multiply my stacks, baby\nCurrency seems small, I need companionship\n\nThrough with that scandalous shit, I bet your man ain't shit\nSo why you hesitatin', actin' like yo' shit don't stink?\nCheck out my diamonds, bitch, everyone gon' blink\nThis be a thug thang, Outlaw nigga with riches\nCream dreamin', motherfucker, on a mash for bitches\nCheck my résumé, sippin' on Cristal and Alize\nSmokin' on big weed, keyed the Cali way\nDon't like trickin', but I'll buy you a fit\nI can't stand no sneaker-wearin' nappy head bitch\nLet my pedigree, read briefly, this O.G\nPuttin' bitch-made bustas to sleep with no grief\nMash on my so-called car, who the man?\nWhile I'm tuggin' on your main bitch head\nUnderstand this: Ain't no nigga like me, fuck Jay Z!\nHe broke and I smoke daily, baby, let's be\n\nLet's be friends (where my niggas? 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Just my niggas now\nBe friends, tell me where my niggas at\nBe friends, tell me where my bitches at\nBe friends, tell me where my people at\nMake money, take money, be friends\n\nFriends (get your cash on, let's get dough)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all\nLong as you just bring me your friends (come on, get your cash on)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes? (Uh, let's get paid)\nLet's be friends (uh, come on, get your cash on)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all (let's get paid)\nLong as you just bring me your friends (come on, get your cash on!)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes? 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Where my niggas at come on)\n[01:24.55] You ain't gotta be my man at all\n[01:26.42] Long as you just bring me your friends (all my niggas, where my hoes at?)\n[01:29.21] Why you trickin' on them other hoes?\n[01:31.72] Let's be friends (Where the bitches at who want niggas with money?)\n[01:35.39] You ain't gotta be my man at all (Where you at, baby?)\n[01:37.77] Long as you just bring me your friends (cash makin' hoes)\n[01:38.05] Why you trickin' on them other hoes? Let's be-\n[01:38.74] I met you and I stuttered in passion\n[01:44.51] Though slightly blinded by that ass\n[01:46.05] It was hard to keep my dick in my pants, every time you pass\n[01:47.80] Got me checkin' for you hardcore, starin' and watchin'\n[01:50.68] Me and you, one on one, picture countless options\n[01:53.36] Was if prophecy clear as day, visions on top of me\n[01:56.28] Erotic, psychotic, when possess by bodies\n[01:58.44] Far from a crush, I wanna bust your guts\n[02:00.58] And touch everything inside you from my head to my nuts\n[02:03.02] You got me sweatin' like a fat girl goin' for mine\n[02:05.55] Just a skinny nigga fuckin' like she stole my mind\n[02:08.06] Back in time, I recall how she used to be\n[02:10.61] I guess money and fame made you used to me\n[02:13.46] What's up in '9-6? Find tricks in drag\n[02:16.35] Fuck Dre! Tell that bitch he can kiss my ass!\n[02:18.53] Back to you, my pretty-ass caramel queen\n[02:21.28] Got my hands on your thighs, now let me in-between as friends\n[02:24.15] Friends (Westside, motherfucker, right here)\n[02:27.00] You ain't gotta be my man at all\n[02:28.43] Long as you just bring me your friends (Westside in this motherfucker)\n[02:31.14] Why you trickin' on them other hoes?\n[02:33.68] Let's be friends (Westside in this motherfucker right here)\n[02:36.95] You ain't gotta be my man at all\n[02:38.83] Long as you just bring me your friends (in this motherfucker right here)\n[02:41.34] Why you trickin' on them other hoes?\n[02:44.08] Can you imagine me in player mode, rush the tricks\n[02:46.85] I got her ready for a booty call, I fucked your bitch\n[02:49.35] Was it me or the fame, my dick or the game\n[02:51.97] Bet I scream 'Westside' when I came\n[02:54.12] Scream my name because, baby, it's delicious\n[02:56.71] Got a weak spot for pretty bitches\n[02:58.51] Up and down, similar to switches\n[02:59.94] My movement, baby, let your back dip into it, make it fluid\n[03:03.16] In and out, all around when a nigga do it\n[03:06.32] You've got me high, let me come inside!\n[03:07.82] I love it when you get on top, baby let me ride!\n[03:10.03] Who wanna stop me? Am I top notch?\n[03:12.81] Fuck player hatin' niggas cuz they cockblock\n[03:15.27] You probably hate to see a real thug with vision, what's the game?\n[03:18.12] Rather see a nigga up in prison, why you change?\n[03:20.93] Made a living out of cuss words, liquor and weed\n[03:23.73] A bad seed turned good in this world of G's\n[03:26.08] Baby's got me fantasizin', seein' you naked\n[03:28.35] It's a fuck song, now check the record\n[03:30.69] Let's be friends! Where my niggas at? Show me where my niggas at?\n[03:33.84] Where my bitches at? Thug style\n[03:36.29] Let's be friends (where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?)\n[03:38.67] (Throw yo' guns in the air)\n[03:41.08] Friends\n[03:42.98] (My ghetto love song, it goes on and on and on and on)\n[03:45.50] Let's be friends\n[03:47.53] (Where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?) You ain't gotta front with me\n[03:51.97] (Where my niggas at?)\n[03:54.36] Friends\n[03:57.56] (Where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?) I know what you want\n[04:02.51] (Where my people at? Let's be-)\n[04:03.54] Where my people at? Show me where my people at\n[04:04.92] Where my people at? Show me where my people at\n[04:10.67] All my niggas now, just my niggas come\n[04:12.71] Where my niggas at? Just my niggas now\n[04:13.85] Be friends, tell me where my niggas at\n[04:15.18] Be friends, tell me where my bitches at\n[04:17.34] Be friends, tell me where my people at\n[04:18.49] Make money, take money, be friends\n[04:19.55] Friends (get your cash on, let's get dough)\n[04:20.26] You ain't gotta be my man at all\n[04:21.71] Long as you just bring me your friends (come on, get your cash on)\n[04:22.48] Why you trickin' on them other hoes? (Uh, let's get paid)\n[04:23.37] Let's be friends (uh, come on, get your cash on)\n[04:23.99] You ain't gotta be my man at all (let's get paid)\n[04:24.51] Long as you just bring me your friends (come on, get your cash on!)\n[04:24.61] Why you trickin' on them other hoes? (let's get paid)\n[04:24.72] Let's be friends\n[04:24.99] Make money, take money\n[04:25.06] Make money, take money\n[04:25.42] Make money, take money\n[04:25.73] Make money, take money\n[04:25.95] Make money, take money\n[04:26.01] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fuck Friendz\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: Until The End Of Time (CD1)\n  duration_ms: 320000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Pawhoo hoo hoo hoo\n  start_ms: 310\n  end_ms: 1410\n- text: I don't wanna be your man, bitch\n  start_ms: 1410\n  end_ms: 3480\n- text: (Fuck that)\n  start_ms: 3480\n  end_ms: 4310\n- text: What you crazy\n  start_ms: 4310\n  end_ms: 5050\n- text: I don't wanna be your fuckin' man\n  start_ms: 5050\n  end_ms: 5950\n- text: You stupid you fuckin' idiot\n  start_ms: 5950\n  end_ms: 6750\n- text: (Drunk ho)\n  start_ms: 6750\n  end_ms: 7250\n- text: I wanna be\n  start_ms: 7250\n  end_ms: 8880\n- text: Yo let me fuck that nigga down\n  start_ms: 8880\n  end_ms: 9420\n- text: What's that?\n  start_ms: 9420\n  end_ms: 10520\n- text: My ghetto love song hahaha\n  start_ms: 10520\n  end_ms: 11830\n- text: (Set it off, set it off)\n  start_ms: 11830\n  end_ms: 13780\n- text: Let's be friends\n  start_ms: 13780\n  end_ms: 15330\n- text: (Where my niggas at)\n  start_ms: 15330\n  end_ms: 16400\n- text: (Where my niggas, where my niggas)\n  start_ms: 16400\n  end_ms: 18220\n- text: I know you wanna fuck\n  start_ms: 18220\n  end_ms: 21330\n- text: (Where my niggas at?)\n  start_ms: 21330\n  end_ms: 22280\n- text: (All my real niggas throw your muthafuckin' hands up)\n  start_ms: 22280\n  end_ms: 23870\n- text: Let's be friends\n  start_ms: 23870\n  end_ms: 24450\n- text: Where my niggas, where my niggas\n  start_ms: 24450\n  end_ms: 25090\n- text: Hahahaha yeeeah\n  start_ms: 25090\n  end_ms: 25930\n- text: (Let's go lets go)\n  start_ms: 25930\n  end_ms: 26770\n- text: Let's be friends\n  start_ms: 26770\n  end_ms: 27260\n- text: (Throw ya hands in the air)\n  start_ms: 27260\n  end_ms: 27550\n- text: There's no need to front\n  start_ms: 27550\n  end_ms: 27930\n- text: (Let's see ya just throw ya hands in the air)\n  start_ms: 27930\n  end_ms: 28550\n- text: Let's be friends...\n  start_ms: 28550\n  end_ms: 29140\n- text: (Westside in this motherfucker right here, Westside)\n  start_ms: 29140\n  end_ms: 29900\n- text: (Throw ya hands in the air)\n  start_ms: 29900\n  end_ms: 30260\n- text: Approach you and post a minute, arm on my double-R tinted\n  start_ms: 30260\n  end_ms: 33070\n- text: As you pass by, winkin' my eye, freshly scented\n  start_ms: 33070\n  end_ms: 35210\n- text: What's the haps, baby? 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Show me where my people at\n  start_ms: 244920\n  end_ms: 250670\n- text: All my niggas now, just my niggas come\n  start_ms: 250670\n  end_ms: 252710\n- text: Where my niggas at? Just my niggas now\n  start_ms: 252710\n  end_ms: 253850\n- text: Be friends, tell me where my niggas at\n  start_ms: 253850\n  end_ms: 255180\n- text: Be friends, tell me where my bitches at\n  start_ms: 255180\n  end_ms: 257340\n- text: Be friends, tell me where my people at\n  start_ms: 257340\n  end_ms: 258490\n- text: Make money, take money, be friends\n  start_ms: 258490\n  end_ms: 259550\n- text: Friends (get your cash on, let's get dough)\n  start_ms: 259550\n  end_ms: 260260\n- text: You ain't gotta be my man at all\n  start_ms: 260260\n  end_ms: 261710\n- text: Long as you just bring me your friends (come on, get your cash on)\n  start_ms: 261710\n  end_ms: 262480\n- text: Why you trickin' on them other hoes? (Uh, let's get paid)\n  start_ms: 262480\n  end_ms: 263370\n- text: Let's be friends (uh, come on, get your cash on)\n  start_ms: 263370\n  end_ms: 263990\n- text: You ain't gotta be my man at all (let's get paid)\n  start_ms: 263990\n  end_ms: 264510\n- text: Long as you just bring me your friends (come on, get your cash on!)\n  start_ms: 264510\n  end_ms: 264610\n- text: Why you trickin' on them other hoes? (let's get paid)\n  start_ms: 264610\n  end_ms: 264720\n- text: Let's be friends\n  start_ms: 264720\n  end_ms: 264990\n- text: Make money, take money\n  start_ms: 264990\n  end_ms: 265060\n- text: Make money, take money\n  start_ms: 265060\n  end_ms: 265420\n- text: Make money, take money\n  start_ms: 265420\n  end_ms: 265730\n- text: Make money, take money\n  start_ms: 265730\n  end_ms: 265950\n- text: Make money, take money\n  start_ms: 265950\n  end_ms: 266010\nplain: |-\n  Pawhoo hoo hoo hoo\n  I don't wanna be your man, bitch\n  (Fuck that)\n  What you crazy\n  I don't wanna be your fuckin' man\n  You stupid you fuckin' idiot\n  (Drunk ho)\n  I wanna be\n  Yo let me fuck that nigga down\n  What's that?\n  My ghetto love song hahaha\n  (Set it off, set it off)\n  Let's be friends\n  (Where my niggas at)\n  (Where my niggas, where my niggas)\n  I know you wanna fuck\n  (Where my niggas at?)\n  (All my real niggas throw your muthafuckin' hands up)\n  Let's be friends\n  Where my niggas, where my niggas\n  Hahahaha yeeeah\n  (Let's go lets go)\n  Let's be friends\n  (Throw ya hands in the air)\n  There's no need to front\n  (Let's see ya just throw ya hands in the air)\n  Let's be friends...\n  (Westside in this motherfucker right here, Westside)\n  (Throw ya hands in the air)\n\n  Approach you and post a minute, arm on my double-R tinted\n  As you pass by, winkin' my eye, freshly scented\n  What's the haps, baby? Come get with me and perhaps, lady\n  You can help me multiply my stacks, baby\n  Currency seems small, I need companionship\n\n  Through with that scandalous shit, I bet your man ain't shit\n  So why you hesitatin', actin' like yo' shit don't stink?\n  Check out my diamonds, bitch, everyone gon' blink\n  This be a thug thang, Outlaw nigga with riches\n  Cream dreamin', motherfucker, on a mash for bitches\n  Check my résumé, sippin' on Cristal and Alize\n  Smokin' on big weed, keyed the Cali way\n  Don't like trickin', but I'll buy you a fit\n  I can't stand no sneaker-wearin' nappy head bitch\n  Let my pedigree, read briefly, this O.G\n  Puttin' bitch-made bustas to sleep with no grief\n  Mash on my so-called car, who the man?\n  While I'm tuggin' on your main bitch head\n  Understand this: Ain't no nigga like me, fuck Jay Z!\n  He broke and I smoke daily, baby, let's be\n\n  Let's be friends (where my niggas? Where my niggas at come on)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (all my niggas, where my hoes at?)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes?\n  Let's be friends (Where the bitches at who want niggas with money?)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all (Where you at, baby?)\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (cash makin' hoes)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes? Let's be-\n\n  I met you and I stuttered in passion\n  Though slightly blinded by that ass\n  It was hard to keep my dick in my pants, every time you pass\n  Got me checkin' for you hardcore, starin' and watchin'\n  Me and you, one on one, picture countless options\n  Was if prophecy clear as day, visions on top of me\n  Erotic, psychotic, when possess by bodies\n  Far from a crush, I wanna bust your guts\n  And touch everything inside you from my head to my nuts\n  You got me sweatin' like a fat girl goin' for mine\n  Just a skinny nigga fuckin' like she stole my mind\n  Back in time, I recall how she used to be\n  I guess money and fame made you used to me\n  What's up in '9-6? Find tricks in drag\n  Fuck Dre! Tell that bitch he can kiss my ass!\n  Back to you, my pretty-ass caramel queen\n  Got my hands on your thighs, now let me in-between as friends\n\n  Friends (Westside, motherfucker, right here)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (Westside in this motherfucker)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes?\n  Let's be friends (Westside in this motherfucker right here)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (in this motherfucker right here)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes?\n\n  Can you imagine me in player mode, rush the tricks\n  I got her ready for a booty call, I fucked your bitch\n  Was it me or the fame, my dick or the game\n  Bet I scream 'Westside' when I came\n  Scream my name because, baby, it's delicious\n  Got a weak spot for pretty bitches\n  Up and down, similar to switches\n  My movement, baby, let your back dip into it, make it fluid\n  In and out, all around when a nigga do it\n  You've got me high, let me come inside!\n  I love it when you get on top, baby let me ride!\n  Who wanna stop me? 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Show me where my people at\n  All my niggas now, just my niggas come\n  Where my niggas at? Just my niggas now\n  Be friends, tell me where my niggas at\n  Be friends, tell me where my bitches at\n  Be friends, tell me where my people at\n  Make money, take money, be friends\n\n  Friends (get your cash on, let's get dough)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (come on, get your cash on)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes? (Uh, let's get paid)\n  Let's be friends (uh, come on, get your cash on)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all (let's get paid)\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (come on, get your cash on!)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes? 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Come get with me and perhaps, lady\nYou can help me multiply my stacks, baby\nCurrency seems small, I need companionship\n\nThrough with that scandalous shit, I bet your man ain't shit\nSo why you hesitatin', actin' like yo' shit don't stink?\nCheck out my diamonds, bitch, everyone gon' blink\nThis be a thug thang, Outlaw nigga with riches\nCream dreamin', motherfucker, on a mash for bitches\nCheck my résumé, sippin' on Cristal and Alize\nSmokin' on big weed, keyed the Cali way\nDon't like trickin', but I'll buy you a fit\nI can't stand no sneaker-wearin' nappy head bitch\nLet my pedigree, read briefly, this O.G\nPuttin' bitch-made bustas to sleep with no grief\nMash on my so-called car, who the man?\nWhile I'm tuggin' on your main bitch head\nUnderstand this: Ain't no nigga like me, fuck Jay Z!\nHe broke and I smoke daily, baby, let's be\n\nLet's be friends (where my niggas? 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Tell that bitch he can kiss my ass!\nBack to you, my pretty-ass caramel queen\nGot my hands on your thighs, now let me in-between as friends\n\nFriends (Westside, motherfucker, right here)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all\nLong as you just bring me your friends (Westside in this motherfucker)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes?\nLet's be friends (Westside in this motherfucker right here)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all\nLong as you just bring me your friends (in this motherfucker right here)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes?\n\nCan you imagine me in player mode, rush the tricks\nI got her ready for a booty call, I fucked your bitch\nWas it me or the fame, my dick or the game\nBet I scream 'Westside' when I came\nScream my name because, baby, it's delicious\nGot a weak spot for pretty bitches\nUp and down, similar to switches\nMy movement, baby, let your back dip into it, make it fluid\nIn and out, all around when a nigga do it\nYou've got me high, let me come inside!\nI love it when you get on top, baby let me ride!\nWho wanna stop me? Am I top notch?\nFuck player hatin' niggas cuz they cockblock\nYou probably hate to see a real thug with vision, what's the game?\nRather see a nigga up in prison, why you change?\nMade a living out of cuss words, liquor and weed\nA bad seed turned good in this world of G's\nBaby's got me fantasizin', seein' you naked\nIt's a fuck song, now check the record\nLet's be friends! Where my niggas at? Show me where my niggas at?\nWhere my bitches at? Thug style\n\nLet's be friends (where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?)\n(Throw yo' guns in the air)\nFriends\n(My ghetto love song, it goes on and on and on and on)\nLet's be friends\n(Where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?) You ain't gotta front with me\n(Where my niggas at?)\nFriends\n(Where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?) I know what you want\n(Where my people at? Let's be-)\n\nWhere my people at? Show me where my people at\nWhere my people at? Show me where my people at\nAll my niggas now, just my niggas come\nWhere my niggas at? Just my niggas now\nBe friends, tell me where my niggas at\nBe friends, tell me where my bitches at\nBe friends, tell me where my people at\nMake money, take money, be friends\n\nFriends (get your cash on, let's get dough)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all\nLong as you just bring me your friends (come on, get your cash on)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes? (Uh, let's get paid)\nLet's be friends (uh, come on, get your cash on)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all (let's get paid)\nLong as you just bring me your friends (come on, get your cash on!)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes? 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Come get with me and perhaps, lady\n  You can help me multiply my stacks, baby\n  Currency seems small, I need companionship\n\n  Through with that scandalous shit, I bet your man ain't shit\n  So why you hesitatin', actin' like yo' shit don't stink?\n  Check out my diamonds, bitch, everyone gon' blink\n  This be a thug thang, Outlaw nigga with riches\n  Cream dreamin', motherfucker, on a mash for bitches\n  Check my résumé, sippin' on Cristal and Alize\n  Smokin' on big weed, keyed the Cali way\n  Don't like trickin', but I'll buy you a fit\n  I can't stand no sneaker-wearin' nappy head bitch\n  Let my pedigree, read briefly, this O.G\n  Puttin' bitch-made bustas to sleep with no grief\n  Mash on my so-called car, who the man?\n  While I'm tuggin' on your main bitch head\n  Understand this: Ain't no nigga like me, fuck Jay Z!\n  He broke and I smoke daily, baby, let's be\n\n  Let's be friends (where my niggas? Where my niggas at come on)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (all my niggas, where my hoes at?)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes?\n  Let's be friends (Where the bitches at who want niggas with money?)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all (Where you at, baby?)\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (cash makin' hoes)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes? Let's be-\n\n  I met you and I stuttered in passion\n  Though slightly blinded by that ass\n  It was hard to keep my dick in my pants, every time you pass\n  Got me checkin' for you hardcore, starin' and watchin'\n  Me and you, one on one, picture countless options\n  Was if prophecy clear as day, visions on top of me\n  Erotic, psychotic, when possess by bodies\n  Far from a crush, I wanna bust your guts\n  And touch everything inside you from my head to my nuts\n  You got me sweatin' like a fat girl goin' for mine\n  Just a skinny nigga fuckin' like she stole my mind\n  Back in time, I recall how she used to be\n  I guess money and fame made you used to me\n  What's up in '9-6? Find tricks in drag\n  Fuck Dre! Tell that bitch he can kiss my ass!\n  Back to you, my pretty-ass caramel queen\n  Got my hands on your thighs, now let me in-between as friends\n\n  Friends (Westside, motherfucker, right here)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (Westside in this motherfucker)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes?\n  Let's be friends (Westside in this motherfucker right here)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (in this motherfucker right here)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes?\n\n  Can you imagine me in player mode, rush the tricks\n  I got her ready for a booty call, I fucked your bitch\n  Was it me or the fame, my dick or the game\n  Bet I scream 'Westside' when I came\n  Scream my name because, baby, it's delicious\n  Got a weak spot for pretty bitches\n  Up and down, similar to switches\n  My movement, baby, let your back dip into it, make it fluid\n  In and out, all around when a nigga do it\n  You've got me high, let me come inside!\n  I love it when you get on top, baby let me ride!\n  Who wanna stop me? Am I top notch?\n  Fuck player hatin' niggas cuz they cockblock\n  You probably hate to see a real thug with vision, what's the game?\n  Rather see a nigga up in prison, why you change?\n  Made a living out of cuss words, liquor and weed\n  A bad seed turned good in this world of G's\n  Baby's got me fantasizin', seein' you naked\n  It's a fuck song, now check the record\n  Let's be friends! Where my niggas at? Show me where my niggas at?\n  Where my bitches at? Thug style\n\n  Let's be friends (where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?)\n  (Throw yo' guns in the air)\n  Friends\n  (My ghetto love song, it goes on and on and on and on)\n  Let's be friends\n  (Where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?) You ain't gotta front with me\n  (Where my niggas at?)\n  Friends\n  (Where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?) I know what you want\n  (Where my people at? Let's be-)\n\n  Where my people at? Show me where my people at\n  Where my people at? Show me where my people at\n  All my niggas now, just my niggas come\n  Where my niggas at? Just my niggas now\n  Be friends, tell me where my niggas at\n  Be friends, tell me where my bitches at\n  Be friends, tell me where my people at\n  Make money, take money, be friends\n\n  Friends (get your cash on, let's get dough)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (come on, get your cash on)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes? (Uh, let's get paid)\n  Let's be friends (uh, come on, get your cash on)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all (let's get paid)\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (come on, get your cash on!)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes? 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Come get with me and perhaps, lady\nYou can help me multiply my stacks, baby\nCurrency seems small, I need companionship\n\nThrough with that scandalous shit, I bet your man ain't shit\nSo why you hesitatin', actin' like yo' shit don't stink?\nCheck out my diamonds, bitch, everyone gon' blink\nThis be a thug thang, Outlaw nigga with riches\nCream dreamin', motherfucker, on a mash for bitches\nCheck my résumé, sippin' on Cristal and Alize\nSmokin' on big weed, keyed the Cali way\nDon't like trickin', but I'll buy you a fit\nI can't stand no sneaker-wearin' nappy head bitch\nLet my pedigree, read briefly, this O.G\nPuttin' bitch-made bustas to sleep with no grief\nMash on my so-called car, who the man?\nWhile I'm tuggin' on your main bitch head\nUnderstand this: Ain't no nigga like me, fuck Jay Z!\nHe broke and I smoke daily, baby, let's be\n\nLet's be friends (where my niggas? 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Just my niggas now\nBe friends, tell me where my niggas at\nBe friends, tell me where my bitches at\nBe friends, tell me where my people at\nMake money, take money, be friends\n\nFriends (get your cash on, let's get dough)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all\nLong as you just bring me your friends (come on, get your cash on)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes? (Uh, let's get paid)\nLet's be friends (uh, come on, get your cash on)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all (let's get paid)\nLong as you just bring me your friends (come on, get your cash on!)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes? 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Come get with me and perhaps, lady\n  You can help me multiply my stacks, baby\n  Currency seems small, I need companionship\n\n  Through with that scandalous shit, I bet your man ain't shit\n  So why you hesitatin', actin' like yo' shit don't stink?\n  Check out my diamonds, bitch, everyone gon' blink\n  This be a thug thang, Outlaw nigga with riches\n  Cream dreamin', motherfucker, on a mash for bitches\n  Check my résumé, sippin' on Cristal and Alize\n  Smokin' on big weed, keyed the Cali way\n  Don't like trickin', but I'll buy you a fit\n  I can't stand no sneaker-wearin' nappy head bitch\n  Let my pedigree, read briefly, this O.G\n  Puttin' bitch-made bustas to sleep with no grief\n  Mash on my so-called car, who the man?\n  While I'm tuggin' on your main bitch head\n  Understand this: Ain't no nigga like me, fuck Jay Z!\n  He broke and I smoke daily, baby, let's be\n\n  Let's be friends (where my niggas? Where my niggas at come on)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (all my niggas, where my hoes at?)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes?\n  Let's be friends (Where the bitches at who want niggas with money?)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all (Where you at, baby?)\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (cash makin' hoes)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes? Let's be-\n\n  I met you and I stuttered in passion\n  Though slightly blinded by that ass\n  It was hard to keep my dick in my pants, every time you pass\n  Got me checkin' for you hardcore, starin' and watchin'\n  Me and you, one on one, picture countless options\n  Was if prophecy clear as day, visions on top of me\n  Erotic, psychotic, when possess by bodies\n  Far from a crush, I wanna bust your guts\n  And touch everything inside you from my head to my nuts\n  You got me sweatin' like a fat girl goin' for mine\n  Just a skinny nigga fuckin' like she stole my mind\n  Back in time, I recall how she used to be\n  I guess money and fame made you used to me\n  What's up in '9-6? Find tricks in drag\n  Fuck Dre! Tell that bitch he can kiss my ass!\n  Back to you, my pretty-ass caramel queen\n  Got my hands on your thighs, now let me in-between as friends\n\n  Friends (Westside, motherfucker, right here)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (Westside in this motherfucker)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes?\n  Let's be friends (Westside in this motherfucker right here)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (in this motherfucker right here)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes?\n\n  Can you imagine me in player mode, rush the tricks\n  I got her ready for a booty call, I fucked your bitch\n  Was it me or the fame, my dick or the game\n  Bet I scream 'Westside' when I came\n  Scream my name because, baby, it's delicious\n  Got a weak spot for pretty bitches\n  Up and down, similar to switches\n  My movement, baby, let your back dip into it, make it fluid\n  In and out, all around when a nigga do it\n  You've got me high, let me come inside!\n  I love it when you get on top, baby let me ride!\n  Who wanna stop me? Am I top notch?\n  Fuck player hatin' niggas cuz they cockblock\n  You probably hate to see a real thug with vision, what's the game?\n  Rather see a nigga up in prison, why you change?\n  Made a living out of cuss words, liquor and weed\n  A bad seed turned good in this world of G's\n  Baby's got me fantasizin', seein' you naked\n  It's a fuck song, now check the record\n  Let's be friends! Where my niggas at? Show me where my niggas at?\n  Where my bitches at? Thug style\n\n  Let's be friends (where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?)\n  (Throw yo' guns in the air)\n  Friends\n  (My ghetto love song, it goes on and on and on and on)\n  Let's be friends\n  (Where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?) You ain't gotta front with me\n  (Where my niggas at?)\n  Friends\n  (Where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?) I know what you want\n  (Where my people at? Let's be-)\n\n  Where my people at? Show me where my people at\n  Where my people at? Show me where my people at\n  All my niggas now, just my niggas come\n  Where my niggas at? Just my niggas now\n  Be friends, tell me where my niggas at\n  Be friends, tell me where my bitches at\n  Be friends, tell me where my people at\n  Make money, take money, be friends\n\n  Friends (get your cash on, let's get dough)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (come on, get your cash on)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes? (Uh, let's get paid)\n  Let's be friends (uh, come on, get your cash on)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all (let's get paid)\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (come on, get your cash on!)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes? (let's get paid)\n  Let's be friends\n\n  Make money, take money\n  Make money, take money\n  Make money, take money\n  Make money, take money\n  Make money, take money\n"},{"id":20972905,"name":"Fuck Friendz","trackName":"Fuck Friendz","artistName":"2pac","albumName":"Until The End Of Time (Uics-1016-7) (Jp)","duration":319.869388,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Pawhoo hoo hoo hoo\nI don't wanna be your man, bitch\n(Fuck that)\nWhat you crazy\nI don't wanna be your fuckin' man\nYou stupid you fuckin' idiot\n(Drunk ho)\nI wanna be\nYo let me fuck that nigga down\nWhat's that?\nMy ghetto love song hahaha\n(Set it off, set it off)\nLet's be friends\n(Where my niggas at)\n(Where my niggas, where my niggas)\nI know you wanna fuck\n(Where my niggas at?)\n(All my real niggas throw your muthafuckin' hands up)\nLet's be friends\nWhere my niggas, where my niggas\nHahahaha yeeeah\n(Let's go lets go)\nLet's be friends\n(Throw ya hands in the air)\nThere's no need to front\n(Let's see ya just throw ya hands in the air)\nLet's be friends...\n(Westside in this motherfucker right here, Westside)\n(Throw ya hands in the air)\n\nApproach you and post a minute, arm on my double-R tinted\nAs you pass by, winkin' my eye, freshly scented\nWhat's the haps, baby? Come get with me and perhaps, lady\nYou can help me multiply my stacks, baby\nCurrency seems small, I need companionship\n\nThrough with that scandalous shit, I bet your man ain't shit\nSo why you hesitatin', actin' like yo' shit don't stink?\nCheck out my diamonds, bitch, everyone gon' blink\nThis be a thug thang, Outlaw nigga with riches\nCream dreamin', motherfucker, on a mash for bitches\nCheck my résumé, sippin' on Cristal and Alize\nSmokin' on big weed, keyed the Cali way\nDon't like trickin', but I'll buy you a fit\nI can't stand no sneaker-wearin' nappy head bitch\nLet my pedigree, read briefly, this O.G\nPuttin' bitch-made bustas to sleep with no grief\nMash on my so-called car, who the man?\nWhile I'm tuggin' on your main bitch head\nUnderstand this: Ain't no nigga like me, fuck Jay Z!\nHe broke and I smoke daily, baby, let's be\n\nLet's be friends (where my niggas? Where my niggas at come on)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all\nLong as you just bring me your friends (all my niggas, where my hoes at?)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes?\nLet's be friends (Where the bitches at who want niggas with money?)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all (Where you at, baby?)\nLong as you just bring me your friends (cash makin' hoes)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes? Let's be-\n\nI met you and I stuttered in passion\nThough slightly blinded by that ass\nIt was hard to keep my dick in my pants, every time you pass\nGot me checkin' for you hardcore, starin' and watchin'\nMe and you, one on one, picture countless options\nWas if prophecy clear as day, visions on top of me\nErotic, psychotic, when possess by bodies\nFar from a crush, I wanna bust your guts\nAnd touch everything inside you from my head to my nuts\nYou got me sweatin' like a fat girl goin' for mine\nJust a skinny nigga fuckin' like she stole my mind\nBack in time, I recall how she used to be\nI guess money and fame made you used to me\nWhat's up in '9-6? Find tricks in drag\nFuck Dre! Tell that bitch he can kiss my ass!\nBack to you, my pretty-ass caramel queen\nGot my hands on your thighs, now let me in-between as friends\n\nFriends (Westside, motherfucker, right here)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all\nLong as you just bring me your friends (Westside in this motherfucker)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes?\nLet's be friends (Westside in this motherfucker right here)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all\nLong as you just bring me your friends (in this motherfucker right here)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes?\n\nCan you imagine me in player mode, rush the tricks\nI got her ready for a booty call, I fucked your bitch\nWas it me or the fame, my dick or the game\nBet I scream 'Westside' when I came\nScream my name because, baby, it's delicious\nGot a weak spot for pretty bitches\nUp and down, similar to switches\nMy movement, baby, let your back dip into it, make it fluid\nIn and out, all around when a nigga do it\nYou've got me high, let me come inside!\nI love it when you get on top, baby let me ride!\nWho wanna stop me? Am I top notch?\nFuck player hatin' niggas cuz they cockblock\nYou probably hate to see a real thug with vision, what's the game?\nRather see a nigga up in prison, why you change?\nMade a living out of cuss words, liquor and weed\nA bad seed turned good in this world of G's\nBaby's got me fantasizin', seein' you naked\nIt's a fuck song, now check the record\nLet's be friends! Where my niggas at? Show me where my niggas at?\nWhere my bitches at? Thug style\n\nLet's be friends (where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?)\n(Throw yo' guns in the air)\nFriends\n(My ghetto love song, it goes on and on and on and on)\nLet's be friends\n(Where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?) You ain't gotta front with me\n(Where my niggas at?)\nFriends\n(Where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?) I know what you want\n(Where my people at? Let's be-)\n\nWhere my people at? Show me where my people at\nWhere my people at? Show me where my people at\nAll my niggas now, just my niggas come\nWhere my niggas at? Just my niggas now\nBe friends, tell me where my niggas at\nBe friends, tell me where my bitches at\nBe friends, tell me where my people at\nMake money, take money, be friends\n\nFriends (get your cash on, let's get dough)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all\nLong as you just bring me your friends (come on, get your cash on)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes? (Uh, let's get paid)\nLet's be friends (uh, come on, get your cash on)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all (let's get paid)\nLong as you just bring me your friends (come on, get your cash on!)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes? (let's get paid)\nLet's be friends\n\nMake money, take money\nMake money, take money\nMake money, take money\nMake money, take money\nMake money, take money","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fuck Friendz\n  artist: 2pac\n  album: Until The End Of Time (Uics-1016-7) (Jp)\n  duration_ms: 319869\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Pawhoo hoo hoo hoo\n  I don't wanna be your man, bitch\n  (Fuck that)\n  What you crazy\n  I don't wanna be your fuckin' man\n  You stupid you fuckin' idiot\n  (Drunk ho)\n  I wanna be\n  Yo let me fuck that nigga down\n  What's that?\n  My ghetto love song hahaha\n  (Set it off, set it off)\n  Let's be friends\n  (Where my niggas at)\n  (Where my niggas, where my niggas)\n  I know you wanna fuck\n  (Where my niggas at?)\n  (All my real niggas throw your muthafuckin' hands up)\n  Let's be friends\n  Where my niggas, where my niggas\n  Hahahaha yeeeah\n  (Let's go lets go)\n  Let's be friends\n  (Throw ya hands in the air)\n  There's no need to front\n  (Let's see ya just throw ya hands in the air)\n  Let's be friends...\n  (Westside in this motherfucker right here, Westside)\n  (Throw ya hands in the air)\n\n  Approach you and post a minute, arm on my double-R tinted\n  As you pass by, winkin' my eye, freshly scented\n  What's the haps, baby? Come get with me and perhaps, lady\n  You can help me multiply my stacks, baby\n  Currency seems small, I need companionship\n\n  Through with that scandalous shit, I bet your man ain't shit\n  So why you hesitatin', actin' like yo' shit don't stink?\n  Check out my diamonds, bitch, everyone gon' blink\n  This be a thug thang, Outlaw nigga with riches\n  Cream dreamin', motherfucker, on a mash for bitches\n  Check my résumé, sippin' on Cristal and Alize\n  Smokin' on big weed, keyed the Cali way\n  Don't like trickin', but I'll buy you a fit\n  I can't stand no sneaker-wearin' nappy head bitch\n  Let my pedigree, read briefly, this O.G\n  Puttin' bitch-made bustas to sleep with no grief\n  Mash on my so-called car, who the man?\n  While I'm tuggin' on your main bitch head\n  Understand this: Ain't no nigga like me, fuck Jay Z!\n  He broke and I smoke daily, baby, let's be\n\n  Let's be friends (where my niggas? Where my niggas at come on)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (all my niggas, where my hoes at?)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes?\n  Let's be friends (Where the bitches at who want niggas with money?)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all (Where you at, baby?)\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (cash makin' hoes)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes? Let's be-\n\n  I met you and I stuttered in passion\n  Though slightly blinded by that ass\n  It was hard to keep my dick in my pants, every time you pass\n  Got me checkin' for you hardcore, starin' and watchin'\n  Me and you, one on one, picture countless options\n  Was if prophecy clear as day, visions on top of me\n  Erotic, psychotic, when possess by bodies\n  Far from a crush, I wanna bust your guts\n  And touch everything inside you from my head to my nuts\n  You got me sweatin' like a fat girl goin' for mine\n  Just a skinny nigga fuckin' like she stole my mind\n  Back in time, I recall how she used to be\n  I guess money and fame made you used to me\n  What's up in '9-6? Find tricks in drag\n  Fuck Dre! Tell that bitch he can kiss my ass!\n  Back to you, my pretty-ass caramel queen\n  Got my hands on your thighs, now let me in-between as friends\n\n  Friends (Westside, motherfucker, right here)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (Westside in this motherfucker)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes?\n  Let's be friends (Westside in this motherfucker right here)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (in this motherfucker right here)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes?\n\n  Can you imagine me in player mode, rush the tricks\n  I got her ready for a booty call, I fucked your bitch\n  Was it me or the fame, my dick or the game\n  Bet I scream 'Westside' when I came\n  Scream my name because, baby, it's delicious\n  Got a weak spot for pretty bitches\n  Up and down, similar to switches\n  My movement, baby, let your back dip into it, make it fluid\n  In and out, all around when a nigga do it\n  You've got me high, let me come inside!\n  I love it when you get on top, baby let me ride!\n  Who wanna stop me? Am I top notch?\n  Fuck player hatin' niggas cuz they cockblock\n  You probably hate to see a real thug with vision, what's the game?\n  Rather see a nigga up in prison, why you change?\n  Made a living out of cuss words, liquor and weed\n  A bad seed turned good in this world of G's\n  Baby's got me fantasizin', seein' you naked\n  It's a fuck song, now check the record\n  Let's be friends! Where my niggas at? Show me where my niggas at?\n  Where my bitches at? Thug style\n\n  Let's be friends (where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?)\n  (Throw yo' guns in the air)\n  Friends\n  (My ghetto love song, it goes on and on and on and on)\n  Let's be friends\n  (Where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?) You ain't gotta front with me\n  (Where my niggas at?)\n  Friends\n  (Where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?) I know what you want\n  (Where my people at? Let's be-)\n\n  Where my people at? Show me where my people at\n  Where my people at? Show me where my people at\n  All my niggas now, just my niggas come\n  Where my niggas at? Just my niggas now\n  Be friends, tell me where my niggas at\n  Be friends, tell me where my bitches at\n  Be friends, tell me where my people at\n  Make money, take money, be friends\n\n  Friends (get your cash on, let's get dough)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (come on, get your cash on)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes? (Uh, let's get paid)\n  Let's be friends (uh, come on, get your cash on)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all (let's get paid)\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (come on, get your cash on!)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes? 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Come get with me and perhaps, lady\nYou can help me multiply my stacks, baby\nCurrency seems small, I need companionship\n\nThrough with that scandalous shit, I bet your man ain't shit\nSo why you hesitatin', actin' like yo' shit don't stink?\nCheck out my diamonds, bitch, everyone gon' blink\nThis be a thug thang, Outlaw nigga with riches\nCream dreamin', motherfucker, on a mash for bitches\nCheck my résumé, sippin' on Cristal and Alize\nSmokin' on big weed, keyed the Cali way\nDon't like trickin', but I'll buy you a fit\nI can't stand no sneaker-wearin' nappy head bitch\nLet my pedigree, read briefly, this O.G\nPuttin' bitch-made bustas to sleep with no grief\nMash on my so-called car, who the man?\nWhile I'm tuggin' on your main bitch head\nUnderstand this: Ain't no nigga like me, fuck Jay Z!\nHe broke and I smoke daily, baby, let's be\n\nLet's be friends (where my niggas? Where my niggas at come on)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all\nLong as you just bring me your friends (all my niggas, where my hoes at?)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes?\nLet's be friends (Where the bitches at who want niggas with money?)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all (Where you at, baby?)\nLong as you just bring me your friends (cash makin' hoes)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes? Let's be-\n\nI met you and I stuttered in passion\nThough slightly blinded by that ass\nIt was hard to keep my dick in my pants, every time you pass\nGot me checkin' for you hardcore, starin' and watchin'\nMe and you, one on one, picture countless options\nWas if prophecy clear as day, visions on top of me\nErotic, psychotic, when possess by bodies\nFar from a crush, I wanna bust your guts\nAnd touch everything inside you from my head to my nuts\nYou got me sweatin' like a fat girl goin' for mine\nJust a skinny nigga fuckin' like she stole my mind\nBack in time, I recall how she used to be\nI guess money and fame made you used to me\nWhat's up in '9-6? Find tricks in drag\nFuck Dre! Tell that bitch he can kiss my ass!\nBack to you, my pretty-ass caramel queen\nGot my hands on your thighs, now let me in-between as friends\n\nFriends (Westside, motherfucker, right here)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all\nLong as you just bring me your friends (Westside in this motherfucker)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes?\nLet's be friends (Westside in this motherfucker right here)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all\nLong as you just bring me your friends (in this motherfucker right here)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes?\n\nCan you imagine me in player mode, rush the tricks\nI got her ready for a booty call, I fucked your bitch\nWas it me or the fame, my dick or the game\nBet I scream 'Westside' when I came\nScream my name because, baby, it's delicious\nGot a weak spot for pretty bitches\nUp and down, similar to switches\nMy movement, baby, let your back dip into it, make it fluid\nIn and out, all around when a nigga do it\nYou've got me high, let me come inside!\nI love it when you get on top, baby let me ride!\nWho wanna stop me? Am I top notch?\nFuck player hatin' niggas cuz they cockblock\nYou probably hate to see a real thug with vision, what's the game?\nRather see a nigga up in prison, why you change?\nMade a living out of cuss words, liquor and weed\nA bad seed turned good in this world of G's\nBaby's got me fantasizin', seein' you naked\nIt's a fuck song, now check the record\nLet's be friends! Where my niggas at? Show me where my niggas at?\nWhere my bitches at? Thug style\n\nLet's be friends (where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?)\n(Throw yo' guns in the air)\nFriends\n(My ghetto love song, it goes on and on and on and on)\nLet's be friends\n(Where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?) You ain't gotta front with me\n(Where my niggas at?)\nFriends\n(Where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?) I know what you want\n(Where my people at? Let's be-)\n\nWhere my people at? Show me where my people at\nWhere my people at? Show me where my people at\nAll my niggas now, just my niggas come\nWhere my niggas at? Just my niggas now\nBe friends, tell me where my niggas at\nBe friends, tell me where my bitches at\nBe friends, tell me where my people at\nMake money, take money, be friends\n\nFriends (get your cash on, let's get dough)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all\nLong as you just bring me your friends (come on, get your cash on)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes? (Uh, let's get paid)\nLet's be friends (uh, come on, get your cash on)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all (let's get paid)\nLong as you just bring me your friends (come on, get your cash on!)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes? (let's get paid)\nLet's be friends\n\nMake money, take money\nMake money, take money\nMake money, take money\nMake money, take money\nMake money, take money","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fuck Friendz\n  artist: 2pac\n  album: Until The End Of Time (490 840-2) (Eu, De)\n  duration_ms: 319974\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Pawhoo hoo hoo hoo\n  I don't wanna be your man, bitch\n  (Fuck that)\n  What you crazy\n  I don't wanna be your fuckin' man\n  You stupid you fuckin' idiot\n  (Drunk ho)\n  I wanna be\n  Yo let me fuck that nigga down\n  What's that?\n  My ghetto love song hahaha\n  (Set it off, set it off)\n  Let's be friends\n  (Where my niggas at)\n  (Where my niggas, where my niggas)\n  I know you wanna fuck\n  (Where my niggas at?)\n  (All my real niggas throw your muthafuckin' hands up)\n  Let's be friends\n  Where my niggas, where my niggas\n  Hahahaha yeeeah\n  (Let's go lets go)\n  Let's be friends\n  (Throw ya hands in the air)\n  There's no need to front\n  (Let's see ya just throw ya hands in the air)\n  Let's be friends...\n  (Westside in this motherfucker right here, Westside)\n  (Throw ya hands in the air)\n\n  Approach you and post a minute, arm on my double-R tinted\n  As you pass by, winkin' my eye, freshly scented\n  What's the haps, baby? Come get with me and perhaps, lady\n  You can help me multiply my stacks, baby\n  Currency seems small, I need companionship\n\n  Through with that scandalous shit, I bet your man ain't shit\n  So why you hesitatin', actin' like yo' shit don't stink?\n  Check out my diamonds, bitch, everyone gon' blink\n  This be a thug thang, Outlaw nigga with riches\n  Cream dreamin', motherfucker, on a mash for bitches\n  Check my résumé, sippin' on Cristal and Alize\n  Smokin' on big weed, keyed the Cali way\n  Don't like trickin', but I'll buy you a fit\n  I can't stand no sneaker-wearin' nappy head bitch\n  Let my pedigree, read briefly, this O.G\n  Puttin' bitch-made bustas to sleep with no grief\n  Mash on my so-called car, who the man?\n  While I'm tuggin' on your main bitch head\n  Understand this: Ain't no nigga like me, fuck Jay Z!\n  He broke and I smoke daily, baby, let's be\n\n  Let's be friends (where my niggas? Where my niggas at come on)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (all my niggas, where my hoes at?)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes?\n  Let's be friends (Where the bitches at who want niggas with money?)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all (Where you at, baby?)\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (cash makin' hoes)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes? Let's be-\n\n  I met you and I stuttered in passion\n  Though slightly blinded by that ass\n  It was hard to keep my dick in my pants, every time you pass\n  Got me checkin' for you hardcore, starin' and watchin'\n  Me and you, one on one, picture countless options\n  Was if prophecy clear as day, visions on top of me\n  Erotic, psychotic, when possess by bodies\n  Far from a crush, I wanna bust your guts\n  And touch everything inside you from my head to my nuts\n  You got me sweatin' like a fat girl goin' for mine\n  Just a skinny nigga fuckin' like she stole my mind\n  Back in time, I recall how she used to be\n  I guess money and fame made you used to me\n  What's up in '9-6? Find tricks in drag\n  Fuck Dre! Tell that bitch he can kiss my ass!\n  Back to you, my pretty-ass caramel queen\n  Got my hands on your thighs, now let me in-between as friends\n\n  Friends (Westside, motherfucker, right here)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (Westside in this motherfucker)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes?\n  Let's be friends (Westside in this motherfucker right here)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (in this motherfucker right here)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes?\n\n  Can you imagine me in player mode, rush the tricks\n  I got her ready for a booty call, I fucked your bitch\n  Was it me or the fame, my dick or the game\n  Bet I scream 'Westside' when I came\n  Scream my name because, baby, it's delicious\n  Got a weak spot for pretty bitches\n  Up and down, similar to switches\n  My movement, baby, let your back dip into it, make it fluid\n  In and out, all around when a nigga do it\n  You've got me high, let me come inside!\n  I love it when you get on top, baby let me ride!\n  Who wanna stop me? Am I top notch?\n  Fuck player hatin' niggas cuz they cockblock\n  You probably hate to see a real thug with vision, what's the game?\n  Rather see a nigga up in prison, why you change?\n  Made a living out of cuss words, liquor and weed\n  A bad seed turned good in this world of G's\n  Baby's got me fantasizin', seein' you naked\n  It's a fuck song, now check the record\n  Let's be friends! Where my niggas at? Show me where my niggas at?\n  Where my bitches at? Thug style\n\n  Let's be friends (where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?)\n  (Throw yo' guns in the air)\n  Friends\n  (My ghetto love song, it goes on and on and on and on)\n  Let's be friends\n  (Where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?) You ain't gotta front with me\n  (Where my niggas at?)\n  Friends\n  (Where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?) I know what you want\n  (Where my people at? Let's be-)\n\n  Where my people at? Show me where my people at\n  Where my people at? Show me where my people at\n  All my niggas now, just my niggas come\n  Where my niggas at? Just my niggas now\n  Be friends, tell me where my niggas at\n  Be friends, tell me where my bitches at\n  Be friends, tell me where my people at\n  Make money, take money, be friends\n\n  Friends (get your cash on, let's get dough)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (come on, get your cash on)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes? (Uh, let's get paid)\n  Let's be friends (uh, come on, get your cash on)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all (let's get paid)\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (come on, get your cash on!)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes? (let's get paid)\n  Let's be friends\n\n  Make money, take money\n  Make money, take money\n  Make money, take money\n  Make money, take money\n  Make money, take money\n"},{"id":21335712,"name":"Fuck Friendz","trackName":"Fuck Friendz","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"Until the End of Time","duration":323.941587,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Pawhoo hoo hoo hoo\nI don't wanna be your man, bitch\n(Fuck that)\nWhat you crazy\nI don't wanna be your fuckin' man\nYou stupid you fuckin' idiot\n(Drunk ho)\nI wanna be\nYo let me fuck that nigga down\nWhat's that?\nMy ghetto love song hahaha\n(Set it off, set it off)\nLet's be friends\n(Where my niggas at)\n(Where my niggas, where my niggas)\nI know you wanna fuck\n(Where my niggas at?)\n(All my real niggas throw your muthafuckin' hands up)\nLet's be friends\nWhere my niggas, where my niggas\nHahahaha yeeeah\n(Let's go lets go)\nLet's be friends\n(Throw ya hands in the air)\nThere's no need to front\n(Let's see ya just throw ya hands in the air)\nLet's be friends...\n(Westside in this motherfucker right here, Westside)\n(Throw ya hands in the air)\n\nApproach you and post a minute, arm on my double-R tinted\nAs you pass by, winkin' my eye, freshly scented\nWhat's the haps, baby? Come get with me and perhaps, lady\nYou can help me multiply my stacks, baby\nCurrency seems small, I need companionship\n\nThrough with that scandalous shit, I bet your man ain't shit\nSo why you hesitatin', actin' like yo' shit don't stink?\nCheck out my diamonds, bitch, everyone gon' blink\nThis be a thug thang, Outlaw nigga with riches\nCream dreamin', motherfucker, on a mash for bitches\nCheck my résumé, sippin' on Cristal and Alize\nSmokin' on big weed, keyed the Cali way\nDon't like trickin', but I'll buy you a fit\nI can't stand no sneaker-wearin' nappy head bitch\nLet my pedigree, read briefly, this O.G\nPuttin' bitch-made bustas to sleep with no grief\nMash on my so-called car, who the man?\nWhile I'm tuggin' on your main bitch head\nUnderstand this: Ain't no nigga like me, fuck Jay Z!\nHe broke and I smoke daily, baby, let's be\n\nLet's be friends (where my niggas? Where my niggas at come on)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all\nLong as you just bring me your friends (all my niggas, where my hoes at?)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes?\nLet's be friends (Where the bitches at who want niggas with money?)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all (Where you at, baby?)\nLong as you just bring me your friends (cash makin' hoes)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes? Let's be-\n\nI met you and I stuttered in passion\nThough slightly blinded by that ass\nIt was hard to keep my dick in my pants, every time you pass\nGot me checkin' for you hardcore, starin' and watchin'\nMe and you, one on one, picture countless options\nWas if prophecy clear as day, visions on top of me\nErotic, psychotic, when possess by bodies\nFar from a crush, I wanna bust your guts\nAnd touch everything inside you from my head to my nuts\nYou got me sweatin' like a fat girl goin' for mine\nJust a skinny nigga fuckin' like she stole my mind\nBack in time, I recall how she used to be\nI guess money and fame made you used to me\nWhat's up in '9-6? Find tricks in drag\nFuck Dre! Tell that bitch he can kiss my ass!\nBack to you, my pretty-ass caramel queen\nGot my hands on your thighs, now let me in-between as friends\n\nFriends (Westside, motherfucker, right here)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all\nLong as you just bring me your friends (Westside in this motherfucker)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes?\nLet's be friends (Westside in this motherfucker right here)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all\nLong as you just bring me your friends (in this motherfucker right here)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes?\n\nCan you imagine me in player mode, rush the tricks\nI got her ready for a booty call, I fucked your bitch\nWas it me or the fame, my dick or the game\nBet I scream 'Westside' when I came\nScream my name because, baby, it's delicious\nGot a weak spot for pretty bitches\nUp and down, similar to switches\nMy movement, baby, let your back dip into it, make it fluid\nIn and out, all around when a nigga do it\nYou've got me high, let me come inside!\nI love it when you get on top, baby let me ride!\nWho wanna stop me? Am I top notch?\nFuck player hatin' niggas cuz they cockblock\nYou probably hate to see a real thug with vision, what's the game?\nRather see a nigga up in prison, why you change?\nMade a living out of cuss words, liquor and weed\nA bad seed turned good in this world of G's\nBaby's got me fantasizin', seein' you naked\nIt's a fuck song, now check the record\nLet's be friends! Where my niggas at? Show me where my niggas at?\nWhere my bitches at? Thug style\n\nLet's be friends (where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?)\n(Throw yo' guns in the air)\nFriends\n(My ghetto love song, it goes on and on and on and on)\nLet's be friends\n(Where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?) You ain't gotta front with me\n(Where my niggas at?)\nFriends\n(Where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?) I know what you want\n(Where my people at? Let's be-)\n\nWhere my people at? Show me where my people at\nWhere my people at? Show me where my people at\nAll my niggas now, just my niggas come\nWhere my niggas at? Just my niggas now\nBe friends, tell me where my niggas at\nBe friends, tell me where my bitches at\nBe friends, tell me where my people at\nMake money, take money, be friends\n\nFriends (get your cash on, let's get dough)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all\nLong as you just bring me your friends (come on, get your cash on)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes? (Uh, let's get paid)\nLet's be friends (uh, come on, get your cash on)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all (let's get paid)\nLong as you just bring me your friends (come on, get your cash on!)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes? (let's get paid)\nLet's be friends\n\nMake money, take money\nMake money, take money\nMake money, take money\nMake money, take money\nMake money, take money","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fuck Friendz\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: Until the End of Time\n  duration_ms: 323942\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Pawhoo hoo hoo hoo\n  I don't wanna be your man, bitch\n  (Fuck that)\n  What you crazy\n  I don't wanna be your fuckin' man\n  You stupid you fuckin' idiot\n  (Drunk ho)\n  I wanna be\n  Yo let me fuck that nigga down\n  What's that?\n  My ghetto love song hahaha\n  (Set it off, set it off)\n  Let's be friends\n  (Where my niggas at)\n  (Where my niggas, where my niggas)\n  I know you wanna fuck\n  (Where my niggas at?)\n  (All my real niggas throw your muthafuckin' hands up)\n  Let's be friends\n  Where my niggas, where my niggas\n  Hahahaha yeeeah\n  (Let's go lets go)\n  Let's be friends\n  (Throw ya hands in the air)\n  There's no need to front\n  (Let's see ya just throw ya hands in the air)\n  Let's be friends...\n  (Westside in this motherfucker right here, Westside)\n  (Throw ya hands in the air)\n\n  Approach you and post a minute, arm on my double-R tinted\n  As you pass by, winkin' my eye, freshly scented\n  What's the haps, baby? Come get with me and perhaps, lady\n  You can help me multiply my stacks, baby\n  Currency seems small, I need companionship\n\n  Through with that scandalous shit, I bet your man ain't shit\n  So why you hesitatin', actin' like yo' shit don't stink?\n  Check out my diamonds, bitch, everyone gon' blink\n  This be a thug thang, Outlaw nigga with riches\n  Cream dreamin', motherfucker, on a mash for bitches\n  Check my résumé, sippin' on Cristal and Alize\n  Smokin' on big weed, keyed the Cali way\n  Don't like trickin', but I'll buy you a fit\n  I can't stand no sneaker-wearin' nappy head bitch\n  Let my pedigree, read briefly, this O.G\n  Puttin' bitch-made bustas to sleep with no grief\n  Mash on my so-called car, who the man?\n  While I'm tuggin' on your main bitch head\n  Understand this: Ain't no nigga like me, fuck Jay Z!\n  He broke and I smoke daily, baby, let's be\n\n  Let's be friends (where my niggas? Where my niggas at come on)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (all my niggas, where my hoes at?)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes?\n  Let's be friends (Where the bitches at who want niggas with money?)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all (Where you at, baby?)\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (cash makin' hoes)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes? Let's be-\n\n  I met you and I stuttered in passion\n  Though slightly blinded by that ass\n  It was hard to keep my dick in my pants, every time you pass\n  Got me checkin' for you hardcore, starin' and watchin'\n  Me and you, one on one, picture countless options\n  Was if prophecy clear as day, visions on top of me\n  Erotic, psychotic, when possess by bodies\n  Far from a crush, I wanna bust your guts\n  And touch everything inside you from my head to my nuts\n  You got me sweatin' like a fat girl goin' for mine\n  Just a skinny nigga fuckin' like she stole my mind\n  Back in time, I recall how she used to be\n  I guess money and fame made you used to me\n  What's up in '9-6? Find tricks in drag\n  Fuck Dre! Tell that bitch he can kiss my ass!\n  Back to you, my pretty-ass caramel queen\n  Got my hands on your thighs, now let me in-between as friends\n\n  Friends (Westside, motherfucker, right here)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (Westside in this motherfucker)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes?\n  Let's be friends (Westside in this motherfucker right here)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (in this motherfucker right here)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes?\n\n  Can you imagine me in player mode, rush the tricks\n  I got her ready for a booty call, I fucked your bitch\n  Was it me or the fame, my dick or the game\n  Bet I scream 'Westside' when I came\n  Scream my name because, baby, it's delicious\n  Got a weak spot for pretty bitches\n  Up and down, similar to switches\n  My movement, baby, let your back dip into it, make it fluid\n  In and out, all around when a nigga do it\n  You've got me high, let me come inside!\n  I love it when you get on top, baby let me ride!\n  Who wanna stop me? Am I top notch?\n  Fuck player hatin' niggas cuz they cockblock\n  You probably hate to see a real thug with vision, what's the game?\n  Rather see a nigga up in prison, why you change?\n  Made a living out of cuss words, liquor and weed\n  A bad seed turned good in this world of G's\n  Baby's got me fantasizin', seein' you naked\n  It's a fuck song, now check the record\n  Let's be friends! Where my niggas at? Show me where my niggas at?\n  Where my bitches at? Thug style\n\n  Let's be friends (where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?)\n  (Throw yo' guns in the air)\n  Friends\n  (My ghetto love song, it goes on and on and on and on)\n  Let's be friends\n  (Where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?) You ain't gotta front with me\n  (Where my niggas at?)\n  Friends\n  (Where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?) I know what you want\n  (Where my people at? Let's be-)\n\n  Where my people at? Show me where my people at\n  Where my people at? Show me where my people at\n  All my niggas now, just my niggas come\n  Where my niggas at? Just my niggas now\n  Be friends, tell me where my niggas at\n  Be friends, tell me where my bitches at\n  Be friends, tell me where my people at\n  Make money, take money, be friends\n\n  Friends (get your cash on, let's get dough)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (come on, get your cash on)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes? (Uh, let's get paid)\n  Let's be friends (uh, come on, get your cash on)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all (let's get paid)\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (come on, get your cash on!)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes? (let's get paid)\n  Let's be friends\n\n  Make money, take money\n  Make money, take money\n  Make money, take money\n  Make money, take money\n  Make money, take money\n"},{"id":17759373,"name":"Fuck Friendz","trackName":"Fuck Friendz","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"Until The End Of Time (2CD)","duration":319.979208,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Pawhoo hoo hoo hoo\nI don't wanna be your man, bitch\n(Fuck that)\nWhat you crazy\nI don't wanna be your fuckin' man\nYou stupid you fuckin' idiot\n(Drunk ho)\nI wanna be\nYo let me fuck that nigga down\nWhat's that?\nMy ghetto love song hahaha\n(Set it off, set it off)\nLet's be friends\n(Where my niggas at)\n(Where my niggas, where my niggas)\nI know you wanna fuck\n(Where my niggas at?)\n(All my real niggas throw your muthafuckin' hands up)\nLet's be friends\nWhere my niggas, where my niggas\nHahahaha yeeeah\n(Let's go lets go)\nLet's be friends\n(Throw ya hands in the air)\nThere's no need to front\n(Let's see ya just throw ya hands in the air)\nLet's be friends...\n(Westside in this motherfucker right here, Westside)\n(Throw ya hands in the air)\n\nApproach you and post a minute, arm on my double-R tinted\nAs you pass by, winkin' my eye, freshly scented\nWhat's the haps, baby? Come get with me and perhaps, lady\nYou can help me multiply my stacks, baby\nCurrency seems small, I need companionship\n\nThrough with that scandalous shit, I bet your man ain't shit\nSo why you hesitatin', actin' like yo' shit don't stink?\nCheck out my diamonds, bitch, everyone gon' blink\nThis be a thug thang, Outlaw nigga with riches\nCream dreamin', motherfucker, on a mash for bitches\nCheck my résumé, sippin' on Cristal and Alize\nSmokin' on big weed, keyed the Cali way\nDon't like trickin', but I'll buy you a fit\nI can't stand no sneaker-wearin' nappy head bitch\nLet my pedigree, read briefly, this O.G\nPuttin' bitch-made bustas to sleep with no grief\nMash on my so-called car, who the man?\nWhile I'm tuggin' on your main bitch head\nUnderstand this: Ain't no nigga like me, fuck Jay Z!\nHe broke and I smoke daily, baby, let's be\n\nLet's be friends (where my niggas? Where my niggas at come on)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all\nLong as you just bring me your friends (all my niggas, where my hoes at?)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes?\nLet's be friends (Where the bitches at who want niggas with money?)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all (Where you at, baby?)\nLong as you just bring me your friends (cash makin' hoes)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes? Let's be-\n\nI met you and I stuttered in passion\nThough slightly blinded by that ass\nIt was hard to keep my dick in my pants, every time you pass\nGot me checkin' for you hardcore, starin' and watchin'\nMe and you, one on one, picture countless options\nWas if prophecy clear as day, visions on top of me\nErotic, psychotic, when possess by bodies\nFar from a crush, I wanna bust your guts\nAnd touch everything inside you from my head to my nuts\nYou got me sweatin' like a fat girl goin' for mine\nJust a skinny nigga fuckin' like she stole my mind\nBack in time, I recall how she used to be\nI guess money and fame made you used to me\nWhat's up in '9-6? Find tricks in drag\nFuck Dre! Tell that bitch he can kiss my ass!\nBack to you, my pretty-ass caramel queen\nGot my hands on your thighs, now let me in-between as friends\n\nFriends (Westside, motherfucker, right here)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all\nLong as you just bring me your friends (Westside in this motherfucker)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes?\nLet's be friends (Westside in this motherfucker right here)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all\nLong as you just bring me your friends (in this motherfucker right here)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes?\n\nCan you imagine me in player mode, rush the tricks\nI got her ready for a booty call, I fucked your bitch\nWas it me or the fame, my dick or the game\nBet I scream 'Westside' when I came\nScream my name because, baby, it's delicious\nGot a weak spot for pretty bitches\nUp and down, similar to switches\nMy movement, baby, let your back dip into it, make it fluid\nIn and out, all around when a nigga do it\nYou've got me high, let me come inside!\nI love it when you get on top, baby let me ride!\nWho wanna stop me? Am I top notch?\nFuck player hatin' niggas cuz they cockblock\nYou probably hate to see a real thug with vision, what's the game?\nRather see a nigga up in prison, why you change?\nMade a living out of cuss words, liquor and weed\nA bad seed turned good in this world of G's\nBaby's got me fantasizin', seein' you naked\nIt's a fuck song, now check the record\nLet's be friends! Where my niggas at? Show me where my niggas at?\nWhere my bitches at? Thug style\n\nLet's be friends (where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?)\n(Throw yo' guns in the air)\nFriends\n(My ghetto love song, it goes on and on and on and on)\nLet's be friends\n(Where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?) You ain't gotta front with me\n(Where my niggas at?)\nFriends\n(Where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?) I know what you want\n(Where my people at? Let's be-)\n\nWhere my people at? Show me where my people at\nWhere my people at? Show me where my people at\nAll my niggas now, just my niggas come\nWhere my niggas at? Just my niggas now\nBe friends, tell me where my niggas at\nBe friends, tell me where my bitches at\nBe friends, tell me where my people at\nMake money, take money, be friends\n\nFriends (get your cash on, let's get dough)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all\nLong as you just bring me your friends (come on, get your cash on)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes? (Uh, let's get paid)\nLet's be friends (uh, come on, get your cash on)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all (let's get paid)\nLong as you just bring me your friends (come on, get your cash on!)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes? (let's get paid)\nLet's be friends\n\nMake money, take money\nMake money, take money\nMake money, take money\nMake money, take money\nMake money, take money","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fuck Friendz\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: Until The End Of Time (2CD)\n  duration_ms: 319979\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Pawhoo hoo hoo hoo\n  I don't wanna be your man, bitch\n  (Fuck that)\n  What you crazy\n  I don't wanna be your fuckin' man\n  You stupid you fuckin' idiot\n  (Drunk ho)\n  I wanna be\n  Yo let me fuck that nigga down\n  What's that?\n  My ghetto love song hahaha\n  (Set it off, set it off)\n  Let's be friends\n  (Where my niggas at)\n  (Where my niggas, where my niggas)\n  I know you wanna fuck\n  (Where my niggas at?)\n  (All my real niggas throw your muthafuckin' hands up)\n  Let's be friends\n  Where my niggas, where my niggas\n  Hahahaha yeeeah\n  (Let's go lets go)\n  Let's be friends\n  (Throw ya hands in the air)\n  There's no need to front\n  (Let's see ya just throw ya hands in the air)\n  Let's be friends...\n  (Westside in this motherfucker right here, Westside)\n  (Throw ya hands in the air)\n\n  Approach you and post a minute, arm on my double-R tinted\n  As you pass by, winkin' my eye, freshly scented\n  What's the haps, baby? Come get with me and perhaps, lady\n  You can help me multiply my stacks, baby\n  Currency seems small, I need companionship\n\n  Through with that scandalous shit, I bet your man ain't shit\n  So why you hesitatin', actin' like yo' shit don't stink?\n  Check out my diamonds, bitch, everyone gon' blink\n  This be a thug thang, Outlaw nigga with riches\n  Cream dreamin', motherfucker, on a mash for bitches\n  Check my résumé, sippin' on Cristal and Alize\n  Smokin' on big weed, keyed the Cali way\n  Don't like trickin', but I'll buy you a fit\n  I can't stand no sneaker-wearin' nappy head bitch\n  Let my pedigree, read briefly, this O.G\n  Puttin' bitch-made bustas to sleep with no grief\n  Mash on my so-called car, who the man?\n  While I'm tuggin' on your main bitch head\n  Understand this: Ain't no nigga like me, fuck Jay Z!\n  He broke and I smoke daily, baby, let's be\n\n  Let's be friends (where my niggas? Where my niggas at come on)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (all my niggas, where my hoes at?)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes?\n  Let's be friends (Where the bitches at who want niggas with money?)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all (Where you at, baby?)\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (cash makin' hoes)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes? Let's be-\n\n  I met you and I stuttered in passion\n  Though slightly blinded by that ass\n  It was hard to keep my dick in my pants, every time you pass\n  Got me checkin' for you hardcore, starin' and watchin'\n  Me and you, one on one, picture countless options\n  Was if prophecy clear as day, visions on top of me\n  Erotic, psychotic, when possess by bodies\n  Far from a crush, I wanna bust your guts\n  And touch everything inside you from my head to my nuts\n  You got me sweatin' like a fat girl goin' for mine\n  Just a skinny nigga fuckin' like she stole my mind\n  Back in time, I recall how she used to be\n  I guess money and fame made you used to me\n  What's up in '9-6? Find tricks in drag\n  Fuck Dre! Tell that bitch he can kiss my ass!\n  Back to you, my pretty-ass caramel queen\n  Got my hands on your thighs, now let me in-between as friends\n\n  Friends (Westside, motherfucker, right here)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (Westside in this motherfucker)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes?\n  Let's be friends (Westside in this motherfucker right here)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (in this motherfucker right here)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes?\n\n  Can you imagine me in player mode, rush the tricks\n  I got her ready for a booty call, I fucked your bitch\n  Was it me or the fame, my dick or the game\n  Bet I scream 'Westside' when I came\n  Scream my name because, baby, it's delicious\n  Got a weak spot for pretty bitches\n  Up and down, similar to switches\n  My movement, baby, let your back dip into it, make it fluid\n  In and out, all around when a nigga do it\n  You've got me high, let me come inside!\n  I love it when you get on top, baby let me ride!\n  Who wanna stop me? Am I top notch?\n  Fuck player hatin' niggas cuz they cockblock\n  You probably hate to see a real thug with vision, what's the game?\n  Rather see a nigga up in prison, why you change?\n  Made a living out of cuss words, liquor and weed\n  A bad seed turned good in this world of G's\n  Baby's got me fantasizin', seein' you naked\n  It's a fuck song, now check the record\n  Let's be friends! Where my niggas at? Show me where my niggas at?\n  Where my bitches at? Thug style\n\n  Let's be friends (where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?)\n  (Throw yo' guns in the air)\n  Friends\n  (My ghetto love song, it goes on and on and on and on)\n  Let's be friends\n  (Where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?) You ain't gotta front with me\n  (Where my niggas at?)\n  Friends\n  (Where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?) I know what you want\n  (Where my people at? Let's be-)\n\n  Where my people at? Show me where my people at\n  Where my people at? Show me where my people at\n  All my niggas now, just my niggas come\n  Where my niggas at? Just my niggas now\n  Be friends, tell me where my niggas at\n  Be friends, tell me where my bitches at\n  Be friends, tell me where my people at\n  Make money, take money, be friends\n\n  Friends (get your cash on, let's get dough)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (come on, get your cash on)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes? (Uh, let's get paid)\n  Let's be friends (uh, come on, get your cash on)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all (let's get paid)\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (come on, get your cash on!)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes? (let's get paid)\n  Let's be friends\n\n  Make money, take money\n  Make money, take money\n  Make money, take money\n  Make money, take money\n  Make money, take money\n"},{"id":18574421,"name":"Fuck Friendz","trackName":"Fuck Friendz","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"Until The End Of Time (Disk 1)","duration":319.92165,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Pawhoo hoo hoo hoo\nI don't wanna be your man, bitch\n(Fuck that)\nWhat you crazy\nI don't wanna be your fuckin' man\nYou stupid you fuckin' idiot\n(Drunk ho)\nI wanna be\nYo let me fuck that nigga down\nWhat's that?\nMy ghetto love song hahaha\n(Set it off, set it off)\nLet's be friends\n(Where my niggas at)\n(Where my niggas, where my niggas)\nI know you wanna fuck\n(Where my niggas at?)\n(All my real niggas throw your muthafuckin' hands up)\nLet's be friends\nWhere my niggas, where my niggas\nHahahaha yeeeah\n(Let's go lets go)\nLet's be friends\n(Throw ya hands in the air)\nThere's no need to front\n(Let's see ya just throw ya hands in the air)\nLet's be friends...\n(Westside in this motherfucker right here, Westside)\n(Throw ya hands in the air)\n\nApproach you and post a minute, arm on my double-R tinted\nAs you pass by, winkin' my eye, freshly scented\nWhat's the haps, baby? Come get with me and perhaps, lady\nYou can help me multiply my stacks, baby\nCurrency seems small, I need companionship\n\nThrough with that scandalous shit, I bet your man ain't shit\nSo why you hesitatin', actin' like yo' shit don't stink?\nCheck out my diamonds, bitch, everyone gon' blink\nThis be a thug thang, Outlaw nigga with riches\nCream dreamin', motherfucker, on a mash for bitches\nCheck my résumé, sippin' on Cristal and Alize\nSmokin' on big weed, keyed the Cali way\nDon't like trickin', but I'll buy you a fit\nI can't stand no sneaker-wearin' nappy head bitch\nLet my pedigree, read briefly, this O.G\nPuttin' bitch-made bustas to sleep with no grief\nMash on my so-called car, who the man?\nWhile I'm tuggin' on your main bitch head\nUnderstand this: Ain't no nigga like me, fuck Jay Z!\nHe broke and I smoke daily, baby, let's be\n\nLet's be friends (where my niggas? Where my niggas at come on)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all\nLong as you just bring me your friends (all my niggas, where my hoes at?)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes?\nLet's be friends (Where the bitches at who want niggas with money?)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all (Where you at, baby?)\nLong as you just bring me your friends (cash makin' hoes)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes? Let's be-\n\nI met you and I stuttered in passion\nThough slightly blinded by that ass\nIt was hard to keep my dick in my pants, every time you pass\nGot me checkin' for you hardcore, starin' and watchin'\nMe and you, one on one, picture countless options\nWas if prophecy clear as day, visions on top of me\nErotic, psychotic, when possess by bodies\nFar from a crush, I wanna bust your guts\nAnd touch everything inside you from my head to my nuts\nYou got me sweatin' like a fat girl goin' for mine\nJust a skinny nigga fuckin' like she stole my mind\nBack in time, I recall how she used to be\nI guess money and fame made you used to me\nWhat's up in '9-6? Find tricks in drag\nFuck Dre! Tell that bitch he can kiss my ass!\nBack to you, my pretty-ass caramel queen\nGot my hands on your thighs, now let me in-between as friends\n\nFriends (Westside, motherfucker, right here)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all\nLong as you just bring me your friends (Westside in this motherfucker)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes?\nLet's be friends (Westside in this motherfucker right here)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all\nLong as you just bring me your friends (in this motherfucker right here)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes?\n\nCan you imagine me in player mode, rush the tricks\nI got her ready for a booty call, I fucked your bitch\nWas it me or the fame, my dick or the game\nBet I scream 'Westside' when I came\nScream my name because, baby, it's delicious\nGot a weak spot for pretty bitches\nUp and down, similar to switches\nMy movement, baby, let your back dip into it, make it fluid\nIn and out, all around when a nigga do it\nYou've got me high, let me come inside!\nI love it when you get on top, baby let me ride!\nWho wanna stop me? Am I top notch?\nFuck player hatin' niggas cuz they cockblock\nYou probably hate to see a real thug with vision, what's the game?\nRather see a nigga up in prison, why you change?\nMade a living out of cuss words, liquor and weed\nA bad seed turned good in this world of G's\nBaby's got me fantasizin', seein' you naked\nIt's a fuck song, now check the record\nLet's be friends! Where my niggas at? Show me where my niggas at?\nWhere my bitches at? Thug style\n\nLet's be friends (where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?)\n(Throw yo' guns in the air)\nFriends\n(My ghetto love song, it goes on and on and on and on)\nLet's be friends\n(Where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?) You ain't gotta front with me\n(Where my niggas at?)\nFriends\n(Where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?) I know what you want\n(Where my people at? Let's be-)\n\nWhere my people at? Show me where my people at\nWhere my people at? Show me where my people at\nAll my niggas now, just my niggas come\nWhere my niggas at? Just my niggas now\nBe friends, tell me where my niggas at\nBe friends, tell me where my bitches at\nBe friends, tell me where my people at\nMake money, take money, be friends\n\nFriends (get your cash on, let's get dough)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all\nLong as you just bring me your friends (come on, get your cash on)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes? (Uh, let's get paid)\nLet's be friends (uh, come on, get your cash on)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all (let's get paid)\nLong as you just bring me your friends (come on, get your cash on!)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes? (let's get paid)\nLet's be friends\n\nMake money, take money\nMake money, take money\nMake money, take money\nMake money, take money\nMake money, take money","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fuck Friendz\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: Until The End Of Time (Disk 1)\n  duration_ms: 319922\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Pawhoo hoo hoo hoo\n  I don't wanna be your man, bitch\n  (Fuck that)\n  What you crazy\n  I don't wanna be your fuckin' man\n  You stupid you fuckin' idiot\n  (Drunk ho)\n  I wanna be\n  Yo let me fuck that nigga down\n  What's that?\n  My ghetto love song hahaha\n  (Set it off, set it off)\n  Let's be friends\n  (Where my niggas at)\n  (Where my niggas, where my niggas)\n  I know you wanna fuck\n  (Where my niggas at?)\n  (All my real niggas throw your muthafuckin' hands up)\n  Let's be friends\n  Where my niggas, where my niggas\n  Hahahaha yeeeah\n  (Let's go lets go)\n  Let's be friends\n  (Throw ya hands in the air)\n  There's no need to front\n  (Let's see ya just throw ya hands in the air)\n  Let's be friends...\n  (Westside in this motherfucker right here, Westside)\n  (Throw ya hands in the air)\n\n  Approach you and post a minute, arm on my double-R tinted\n  As you pass by, winkin' my eye, freshly scented\n  What's the haps, baby? Come get with me and perhaps, lady\n  You can help me multiply my stacks, baby\n  Currency seems small, I need companionship\n\n  Through with that scandalous shit, I bet your man ain't shit\n  So why you hesitatin', actin' like yo' shit don't stink?\n  Check out my diamonds, bitch, everyone gon' blink\n  This be a thug thang, Outlaw nigga with riches\n  Cream dreamin', motherfucker, on a mash for bitches\n  Check my résumé, sippin' on Cristal and Alize\n  Smokin' on big weed, keyed the Cali way\n  Don't like trickin', but I'll buy you a fit\n  I can't stand no sneaker-wearin' nappy head bitch\n  Let my pedigree, read briefly, this O.G\n  Puttin' bitch-made bustas to sleep with no grief\n  Mash on my so-called car, who the man?\n  While I'm tuggin' on your main bitch head\n  Understand this: Ain't no nigga like me, fuck Jay Z!\n  He broke and I smoke daily, baby, let's be\n\n  Let's be friends (where my niggas? Where my niggas at come on)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (all my niggas, where my hoes at?)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes?\n  Let's be friends (Where the bitches at who want niggas with money?)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all (Where you at, baby?)\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (cash makin' hoes)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes? Let's be-\n\n  I met you and I stuttered in passion\n  Though slightly blinded by that ass\n  It was hard to keep my dick in my pants, every time you pass\n  Got me checkin' for you hardcore, starin' and watchin'\n  Me and you, one on one, picture countless options\n  Was if prophecy clear as day, visions on top of me\n  Erotic, psychotic, when possess by bodies\n  Far from a crush, I wanna bust your guts\n  And touch everything inside you from my head to my nuts\n  You got me sweatin' like a fat girl goin' for mine\n  Just a skinny nigga fuckin' like she stole my mind\n  Back in time, I recall how she used to be\n  I guess money and fame made you used to me\n  What's up in '9-6? Find tricks in drag\n  Fuck Dre! Tell that bitch he can kiss my ass!\n  Back to you, my pretty-ass caramel queen\n  Got my hands on your thighs, now let me in-between as friends\n\n  Friends (Westside, motherfucker, right here)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (Westside in this motherfucker)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes?\n  Let's be friends (Westside in this motherfucker right here)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (in this motherfucker right here)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes?\n\n  Can you imagine me in player mode, rush the tricks\n  I got her ready for a booty call, I fucked your bitch\n  Was it me or the fame, my dick or the game\n  Bet I scream 'Westside' when I came\n  Scream my name because, baby, it's delicious\n  Got a weak spot for pretty bitches\n  Up and down, similar to switches\n  My movement, baby, let your back dip into it, make it fluid\n  In and out, all around when a nigga do it\n  You've got me high, let me come inside!\n  I love it when you get on top, baby let me ride!\n  Who wanna stop me? Am I top notch?\n  Fuck player hatin' niggas cuz they cockblock\n  You probably hate to see a real thug with vision, what's the game?\n  Rather see a nigga up in prison, why you change?\n  Made a living out of cuss words, liquor and weed\n  A bad seed turned good in this world of G's\n  Baby's got me fantasizin', seein' you naked\n  It's a fuck song, now check the record\n  Let's be friends! Where my niggas at? Show me where my niggas at?\n  Where my bitches at? Thug style\n\n  Let's be friends (where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?)\n  (Throw yo' guns in the air)\n  Friends\n  (My ghetto love song, it goes on and on and on and on)\n  Let's be friends\n  (Where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?) You ain't gotta front with me\n  (Where my niggas at?)\n  Friends\n  (Where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?) I know what you want\n  (Where my people at? Let's be-)\n\n  Where my people at? Show me where my people at\n  Where my people at? Show me where my people at\n  All my niggas now, just my niggas come\n  Where my niggas at? Just my niggas now\n  Be friends, tell me where my niggas at\n  Be friends, tell me where my bitches at\n  Be friends, tell me where my people at\n  Make money, take money, be friends\n\n  Friends (get your cash on, let's get dough)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (come on, get your cash on)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes? (Uh, let's get paid)\n  Let's be friends (uh, come on, get your cash on)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all (let's get paid)\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (come on, get your cash on!)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes? 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Come get with me and perhaps, lady\nYou can help me multiply my stacks, baby\nCurrency seems small, I need companionship\n\nThrough with that scandalous shit, I bet your man ain't shit\nSo why you hesitatin', actin' like yo' shit don't stink?\nCheck out my diamonds, bitch, everyone gon' blink\nThis be a thug thang, Outlaw nigga with riches\nCream dreamin', motherfucker, on a mash for bitches\nCheck my résumé, sippin' on Cristal and Alize\nSmokin' on big weed, keyed the Cali way\nDon't like trickin', but I'll buy you a fit\nI can't stand no sneaker-wearin' nappy head bitch\nLet my pedigree, read briefly, this O.G\nPuttin' bitch-made bustas to sleep with no grief\nMash on my so-called car, who the man?\nWhile I'm tuggin' on your main bitch head\nUnderstand this: Ain't no nigga like me, fuck Jay Z!\nHe broke and I smoke daily, baby, let's be\n\nLet's be friends (where my niggas? Where my niggas at come on)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all\nLong as you just bring me your friends (all my niggas, where my hoes at?)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes?\nLet's be friends (Where the bitches at who want niggas with money?)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all (Where you at, baby?)\nLong as you just bring me your friends (cash makin' hoes)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes? Let's be-\n\nI met you and I stuttered in passion\nThough slightly blinded by that ass\nIt was hard to keep my dick in my pants, every time you pass\nGot me checkin' for you hardcore, starin' and watchin'\nMe and you, one on one, picture countless options\nWas if prophecy clear as day, visions on top of me\nErotic, psychotic, when possess by bodies\nFar from a crush, I wanna bust your guts\nAnd touch everything inside you from my head to my nuts\nYou got me sweatin' like a fat girl goin' for mine\nJust a skinny nigga fuckin' like she stole my mind\nBack in time, I recall how she used to be\nI guess money and fame made you used to me\nWhat's up in '9-6? Find tricks in drag\nFuck Dre! Tell that bitch he can kiss my ass!\nBack to you, my pretty-ass caramel queen\nGot my hands on your thighs, now let me in-between as friends\n\nFriends (Westside, motherfucker, right here)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all\nLong as you just bring me your friends (Westside in this motherfucker)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes?\nLet's be friends (Westside in this motherfucker right here)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all\nLong as you just bring me your friends (in this motherfucker right here)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes?\n\nCan you imagine me in player mode, rush the tricks\nI got her ready for a booty call, I fucked your bitch\nWas it me or the fame, my dick or the game\nBet I scream 'Westside' when I came\nScream my name because, baby, it's delicious\nGot a weak spot for pretty bitches\nUp and down, similar to switches\nMy movement, baby, let your back dip into it, make it fluid\nIn and out, all around when a nigga do it\nYou've got me high, let me come inside!\nI love it when you get on top, baby let me ride!\nWho wanna stop me? Am I top notch?\nFuck player hatin' niggas cuz they cockblock\nYou probably hate to see a real thug with vision, what's the game?\nRather see a nigga up in prison, why you change?\nMade a living out of cuss words, liquor and weed\nA bad seed turned good in this world of G's\nBaby's got me fantasizin', seein' you naked\nIt's a fuck song, now check the record\nLet's be friends! Where my niggas at? Show me where my niggas at?\nWhere my bitches at? Thug style\n\nLet's be friends (where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?)\n(Throw yo' guns in the air)\nFriends\n(My ghetto love song, it goes on and on and on and on)\nLet's be friends\n(Where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?) You ain't gotta front with me\n(Where my niggas at?)\nFriends\n(Where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?) I know what you want\n(Where my people at? Let's be-)\n\nWhere my people at? Show me where my people at\nWhere my people at? Show me where my people at\nAll my niggas now, just my niggas come\nWhere my niggas at? Just my niggas now\nBe friends, tell me where my niggas at\nBe friends, tell me where my bitches at\nBe friends, tell me where my people at\nMake money, take money, be friends\n\nFriends (get your cash on, let's get dough)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all\nLong as you just bring me your friends (come on, get your cash on)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes? (Uh, let's get paid)\nLet's be friends (uh, come on, get your cash on)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all (let's get paid)\nLong as you just bring me your friends (come on, get your cash on!)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes? (let's get paid)\nLet's be friends\n\nMake money, take money\nMake money, take money\nMake money, take money\nMake money, take money\nMake money, take money","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fuck Friendz\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: Until the End of Time (Japan UICS-1016/7)\n  duration_ms: 319922\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Pawhoo hoo hoo hoo\n  I don't wanna be your man, bitch\n  (Fuck that)\n  What you crazy\n  I don't wanna be your fuckin' man\n  You stupid you fuckin' idiot\n  (Drunk ho)\n  I wanna be\n  Yo let me fuck that nigga down\n  What's that?\n  My ghetto love song hahaha\n  (Set it off, set it off)\n  Let's be friends\n  (Where my niggas at)\n  (Where my niggas, where my niggas)\n  I know you wanna fuck\n  (Where my niggas at?)\n  (All my real niggas throw your muthafuckin' hands up)\n  Let's be friends\n  Where my niggas, where my niggas\n  Hahahaha yeeeah\n  (Let's go lets go)\n  Let's be friends\n  (Throw ya hands in the air)\n  There's no need to front\n  (Let's see ya just throw ya hands in the air)\n  Let's be friends...\n  (Westside in this motherfucker right here, Westside)\n  (Throw ya hands in the air)\n\n  Approach you and post a minute, arm on my double-R tinted\n  As you pass by, winkin' my eye, freshly scented\n  What's the haps, baby? Come get with me and perhaps, lady\n  You can help me multiply my stacks, baby\n  Currency seems small, I need companionship\n\n  Through with that scandalous shit, I bet your man ain't shit\n  So why you hesitatin', actin' like yo' shit don't stink?\n  Check out my diamonds, bitch, everyone gon' blink\n  This be a thug thang, Outlaw nigga with riches\n  Cream dreamin', motherfucker, on a mash for bitches\n  Check my résumé, sippin' on Cristal and Alize\n  Smokin' on big weed, keyed the Cali way\n  Don't like trickin', but I'll buy you a fit\n  I can't stand no sneaker-wearin' nappy head bitch\n  Let my pedigree, read briefly, this O.G\n  Puttin' bitch-made bustas to sleep with no grief\n  Mash on my so-called car, who the man?\n  While I'm tuggin' on your main bitch head\n  Understand this: Ain't no nigga like me, fuck Jay Z!\n  He broke and I smoke daily, baby, let's be\n\n  Let's be friends (where my niggas? Where my niggas at come on)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (all my niggas, where my hoes at?)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes?\n  Let's be friends (Where the bitches at who want niggas with money?)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all (Where you at, baby?)\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (cash makin' hoes)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes? Let's be-\n\n  I met you and I stuttered in passion\n  Though slightly blinded by that ass\n  It was hard to keep my dick in my pants, every time you pass\n  Got me checkin' for you hardcore, starin' and watchin'\n  Me and you, one on one, picture countless options\n  Was if prophecy clear as day, visions on top of me\n  Erotic, psychotic, when possess by bodies\n  Far from a crush, I wanna bust your guts\n  And touch everything inside you from my head to my nuts\n  You got me sweatin' like a fat girl goin' for mine\n  Just a skinny nigga fuckin' like she stole my mind\n  Back in time, I recall how she used to be\n  I guess money and fame made you used to me\n  What's up in '9-6? Find tricks in drag\n  Fuck Dre! Tell that bitch he can kiss my ass!\n  Back to you, my pretty-ass caramel queen\n  Got my hands on your thighs, now let me in-between as friends\n\n  Friends (Westside, motherfucker, right here)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (Westside in this motherfucker)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes?\n  Let's be friends (Westside in this motherfucker right here)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (in this motherfucker right here)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes?\n\n  Can you imagine me in player mode, rush the tricks\n  I got her ready for a booty call, I fucked your bitch\n  Was it me or the fame, my dick or the game\n  Bet I scream 'Westside' when I came\n  Scream my name because, baby, it's delicious\n  Got a weak spot for pretty bitches\n  Up and down, similar to switches\n  My movement, baby, let your back dip into it, make it fluid\n  In and out, all around when a nigga do it\n  You've got me high, let me come inside!\n  I love it when you get on top, baby let me ride!\n  Who wanna stop me? Am I top notch?\n  Fuck player hatin' niggas cuz they cockblock\n  You probably hate to see a real thug with vision, what's the game?\n  Rather see a nigga up in prison, why you change?\n  Made a living out of cuss words, liquor and weed\n  A bad seed turned good in this world of G's\n  Baby's got me fantasizin', seein' you naked\n  It's a fuck song, now check the record\n  Let's be friends! Where my niggas at? Show me where my niggas at?\n  Where my bitches at? Thug style\n\n  Let's be friends (where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?)\n  (Throw yo' guns in the air)\n  Friends\n  (My ghetto love song, it goes on and on and on and on)\n  Let's be friends\n  (Where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?) You ain't gotta front with me\n  (Where my niggas at?)\n  Friends\n  (Where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?) I know what you want\n  (Where my people at? Let's be-)\n\n  Where my people at? Show me where my people at\n  Where my people at? Show me where my people at\n  All my niggas now, just my niggas come\n  Where my niggas at? Just my niggas now\n  Be friends, tell me where my niggas at\n  Be friends, tell me where my bitches at\n  Be friends, tell me where my people at\n  Make money, take money, be friends\n\n  Friends (get your cash on, let's get dough)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (come on, get your cash on)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes? (Uh, let's get paid)\n  Let's be friends (uh, come on, get your cash on)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all (let's get paid)\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (come on, get your cash on!)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes? (let's get paid)\n  Let's be friends\n\n  Make money, take money\n  Make money, take money\n  Make money, take money\n  Make money, take money\n  Make money, take money\n"},{"id":13580559,"name":"Fuck Friendz","trackName":"Fuck Friendz","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"Until The End Of Time (CD 1)","duration":320.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Pawhoo hoo hoo hoo\nI don't wanna be your man, bitch\n(Fuck that)\nWhat you crazy\nI don't wanna be your fuckin' man\nYou stupid you fuckin' idiot\n(Drunk ho)\nI wanna be\nYo let me fuck that nigga down\nWhat's that?\nMy ghetto love song hahaha\n(Set it off, set it off)\nLet's be friends\n(Where my niggas at)\n(Where my niggas, where my niggas)\nI know you wanna fuck\n(Where my niggas at?)\n(All my real niggas throw your muthafuckin' hands up)\nLet's be friends\nWhere my niggas, where my niggas\nHahahaha yeeeah\n(Let's go lets go)\nLet's be friends\n(Throw ya hands in the air)\nThere's no need to front\n(Let's see ya just throw ya hands in the air)\nLet's be friends...\n(Westside in this motherfucker right here, Westside)\n(Throw ya hands in the air)\n\nApproach you and post a minute, arm on my double-R tinted\nAs you pass by, winkin' my eye, freshly scented\nWhat's the haps, baby? Come get with me and perhaps, lady\nYou can help me multiply my stacks, baby\nCurrency seems small, I need companionship\n\nThrough with that scandalous shit, I bet your man ain't shit\nSo why you hesitatin', actin' like yo' shit don't stink?\nCheck out my diamonds, bitch, everyone gon' blink\nThis be a thug thang, Outlaw nigga with riches\nCream dreamin', motherfucker, on a mash for bitches\nCheck my résumé, sippin' on Cristal and Alize\nSmokin' on big weed, keyed the Cali way\nDon't like trickin', but I'll buy you a fit\nI can't stand no sneaker-wearin' nappy head bitch\nLet my pedigree, read briefly, this O.G\nPuttin' bitch-made bustas to sleep with no grief\nMash on my so-called car, who the man?\nWhile I'm tuggin' on your main bitch head\nUnderstand this: Ain't no nigga like me, fuck Jay Z!\nHe broke and I smoke daily, baby, let's be\n\nLet's be friends (where my niggas? Where my niggas at come on)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all\nLong as you just bring me your friends (all my niggas, where my hoes at?)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes?\nLet's be friends (Where the bitches at who want niggas with money?)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all (Where you at, baby?)\nLong as you just bring me your friends (cash makin' hoes)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes? Let's be-\n\nI met you and I stuttered in passion\nThough slightly blinded by that ass\nIt was hard to keep my dick in my pants, every time you pass\nGot me checkin' for you hardcore, starin' and watchin'\nMe and you, one on one, picture countless options\nWas if prophecy clear as day, visions on top of me\nErotic, psychotic, when possess by bodies\nFar from a crush, I wanna bust your guts\nAnd touch everything inside you from my head to my nuts\nYou got me sweatin' like a fat girl goin' for mine\nJust a skinny nigga fuckin' like she stole my mind\nBack in time, I recall how she used to be\nI guess money and fame made you used to me\nWhat's up in '9-6? Find tricks in drag\nFuck Dre! Tell that bitch he can kiss my ass!\nBack to you, my pretty-ass caramel queen\nGot my hands on your thighs, now let me in-between as friends\n\nFriends (Westside, motherfucker, right here)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all\nLong as you just bring me your friends (Westside in this motherfucker)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes?\nLet's be friends (Westside in this motherfucker right here)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all\nLong as you just bring me your friends (in this motherfucker right here)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes?\n\nCan you imagine me in player mode, rush the tricks\nI got her ready for a booty call, I fucked your bitch\nWas it me or the fame, my dick or the game\nBet I scream 'Westside' when I came\nScream my name because, baby, it's delicious\nGot a weak spot for pretty bitches\nUp and down, similar to switches\nMy movement, baby, let your back dip into it, make it fluid\nIn and out, all around when a nigga do it\nYou've got me high, let me come inside!\nI love it when you get on top, baby let me ride!\nWho wanna stop me? Am I top notch?\nFuck player hatin' niggas cuz they cockblock\nYou probably hate to see a real thug with vision, what's the game?\nRather see a nigga up in prison, why you change?\nMade a living out of cuss words, liquor and weed\nA bad seed turned good in this world of G's\nBaby's got me fantasizin', seein' you naked\nIt's a fuck song, now check the record\nLet's be friends! Where my niggas at? Show me where my niggas at?\nWhere my bitches at? Thug style\n\nLet's be friends (where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?)\n(Throw yo' guns in the air)\nFriends\n(My ghetto love song, it goes on and on and on and on)\nLet's be friends\n(Where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?) You ain't gotta front with me\n(Where my niggas at?)\nFriends\n(Where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?) I know what you want\n(Where my people at? Let's be-)\n\nWhere my people at? Show me where my people at\nWhere my people at? Show me where my people at\nAll my niggas now, just my niggas come\nWhere my niggas at? Just my niggas now\nBe friends, tell me where my niggas at\nBe friends, tell me where my bitches at\nBe friends, tell me where my people at\nMake money, take money, be friends\n\nFriends (get your cash on, let's get dough)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all\nLong as you just bring me your friends (come on, get your cash on)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes? (Uh, let's get paid)\nLet's be friends (uh, come on, get your cash on)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all (let's get paid)\nLong as you just bring me your friends (come on, get your cash on!)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes? (let's get paid)\nLet's be friends\n\nMake money, take money\nMake money, take money\nMake money, take money\nMake money, take money\nMake money, take money","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fuck Friendz\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: Until The End Of Time (CD 1)\n  duration_ms: 320000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Pawhoo hoo hoo hoo\n  I don't wanna be your man, bitch\n  (Fuck that)\n  What you crazy\n  I don't wanna be your fuckin' man\n  You stupid you fuckin' idiot\n  (Drunk ho)\n  I wanna be\n  Yo let me fuck that nigga down\n  What's that?\n  My ghetto love song hahaha\n  (Set it off, set it off)\n  Let's be friends\n  (Where my niggas at)\n  (Where my niggas, where my niggas)\n  I know you wanna fuck\n  (Where my niggas at?)\n  (All my real niggas throw your muthafuckin' hands up)\n  Let's be friends\n  Where my niggas, where my niggas\n  Hahahaha yeeeah\n  (Let's go lets go)\n  Let's be friends\n  (Throw ya hands in the air)\n  There's no need to front\n  (Let's see ya just throw ya hands in the air)\n  Let's be friends...\n  (Westside in this motherfucker right here, Westside)\n  (Throw ya hands in the air)\n\n  Approach you and post a minute, arm on my double-R tinted\n  As you pass by, winkin' my eye, freshly scented\n  What's the haps, baby? Come get with me and perhaps, lady\n  You can help me multiply my stacks, baby\n  Currency seems small, I need companionship\n\n  Through with that scandalous shit, I bet your man ain't shit\n  So why you hesitatin', actin' like yo' shit don't stink?\n  Check out my diamonds, bitch, everyone gon' blink\n  This be a thug thang, Outlaw nigga with riches\n  Cream dreamin', motherfucker, on a mash for bitches\n  Check my résumé, sippin' on Cristal and Alize\n  Smokin' on big weed, keyed the Cali way\n  Don't like trickin', but I'll buy you a fit\n  I can't stand no sneaker-wearin' nappy head bitch\n  Let my pedigree, read briefly, this O.G\n  Puttin' bitch-made bustas to sleep with no grief\n  Mash on my so-called car, who the man?\n  While I'm tuggin' on your main bitch head\n  Understand this: Ain't no nigga like me, fuck Jay Z!\n  He broke and I smoke daily, baby, let's be\n\n  Let's be friends (where my niggas? Where my niggas at come on)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (all my niggas, where my hoes at?)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes?\n  Let's be friends (Where the bitches at who want niggas with money?)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all (Where you at, baby?)\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (cash makin' hoes)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes? Let's be-\n\n  I met you and I stuttered in passion\n  Though slightly blinded by that ass\n  It was hard to keep my dick in my pants, every time you pass\n  Got me checkin' for you hardcore, starin' and watchin'\n  Me and you, one on one, picture countless options\n  Was if prophecy clear as day, visions on top of me\n  Erotic, psychotic, when possess by bodies\n  Far from a crush, I wanna bust your guts\n  And touch everything inside you from my head to my nuts\n  You got me sweatin' like a fat girl goin' for mine\n  Just a skinny nigga fuckin' like she stole my mind\n  Back in time, I recall how she used to be\n  I guess money and fame made you used to me\n  What's up in '9-6? Find tricks in drag\n  Fuck Dre! Tell that bitch he can kiss my ass!\n  Back to you, my pretty-ass caramel queen\n  Got my hands on your thighs, now let me in-between as friends\n\n  Friends (Westside, motherfucker, right here)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (Westside in this motherfucker)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes?\n  Let's be friends (Westside in this motherfucker right here)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (in this motherfucker right here)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes?\n\n  Can you imagine me in player mode, rush the tricks\n  I got her ready for a booty call, I fucked your bitch\n  Was it me or the fame, my dick or the game\n  Bet I scream 'Westside' when I came\n  Scream my name because, baby, it's delicious\n  Got a weak spot for pretty bitches\n  Up and down, similar to switches\n  My movement, baby, let your back dip into it, make it fluid\n  In and out, all around when a nigga do it\n  You've got me high, let me come inside!\n  I love it when you get on top, baby let me ride!\n  Who wanna stop me? Am I top notch?\n  Fuck player hatin' niggas cuz they cockblock\n  You probably hate to see a real thug with vision, what's the game?\n  Rather see a nigga up in prison, why you change?\n  Made a living out of cuss words, liquor and weed\n  A bad seed turned good in this world of G's\n  Baby's got me fantasizin', seein' you naked\n  It's a fuck song, now check the record\n  Let's be friends! Where my niggas at? Show me where my niggas at?\n  Where my bitches at? Thug style\n\n  Let's be friends (where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?)\n  (Throw yo' guns in the air)\n  Friends\n  (My ghetto love song, it goes on and on and on and on)\n  Let's be friends\n  (Where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?) You ain't gotta front with me\n  (Where my niggas at?)\n  Friends\n  (Where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?) I know what you want\n  (Where my people at? Let's be-)\n\n  Where my people at? Show me where my people at\n  Where my people at? Show me where my people at\n  All my niggas now, just my niggas come\n  Where my niggas at? Just my niggas now\n  Be friends, tell me where my niggas at\n  Be friends, tell me where my bitches at\n  Be friends, tell me where my people at\n  Make money, take money, be friends\n\n  Friends (get your cash on, let's get dough)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (come on, get your cash on)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes? (Uh, let's get paid)\n  Let's be friends (uh, come on, get your cash on)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all (let's get paid)\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (come on, get your cash on!)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes? (let's get paid)\n  Let's be friends\n\n  Make money, take money\n  Make money, take money\n  Make money, take money\n  Make money, take money\n  Make money, take money\n"},{"id":22536410,"name":"Fuck Friendz","trackName":"Fuck Friendz","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"Until the End of Time","duration":309.76,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Pawhoo hoo hoo hoo\nI don't wanna be your man, bitch\n(Fuck that)\nWhat you crazy\nI don't wanna be your fuckin' man\nYou stupid you fuckin' idiot\n(Drunk ho)\nI wanna be\nYo let me fuck that nigga down\nWhat's that?\nMy ghetto love song hahaha\n(Set it off, set it off)\nLet's be friends\n(Where my niggas at)\n(Where my niggas, where my niggas)\nI know you wanna fuck\n(Where my niggas at?)\n(All my real niggas throw your muthafuckin' hands up)\nLet's be friends\nWhere my niggas, where my niggas\nHahahaha yeeeah\n(Let's go lets go)\nLet's be friends\n(Throw ya hands in the air)\nThere's no need to front\n(Let's see ya just throw ya hands in the air)\nLet's be friends...\n(Westside in this motherfucker right here, Westside)\n(Throw ya hands in the air)\n\nApproach you and post a minute, arm on my double-R tinted\nAs you pass by, winkin' my eye, freshly scented\nWhat's the haps, baby? Come get with me and perhaps, lady\nYou can help me multiply my stacks, baby\nCurrency seems small, I need companionship\n\nThrough with that scandalous shit, I bet your man ain't shit\nSo why you hesitatin', actin' like yo' shit don't stink?\nCheck out my diamonds, bitch, everyone gon' blink\nThis be a thug thang, Outlaw nigga with riches\nCream dreamin', motherfucker, on a mash for bitches\nCheck my résumé, sippin' on Cristal and Alize\nSmokin' on big weed, keyed the Cali way\nDon't like trickin', but I'll buy you a fit\nI can't stand no sneaker-wearin' nappy head bitch\nLet my pedigree, read briefly, this O.G\nPuttin' bitch-made bustas to sleep with no grief\nMash on my so-called car, who the man?\nWhile I'm tuggin' on your main bitch head\nUnderstand this: Ain't no nigga like me, fuck Jay Z!\nHe broke and I smoke daily, baby, let's be\n\nLet's be friends (where my niggas? Where my niggas at come on)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all\nLong as you just bring me your friends (all my niggas, where my hoes at?)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes?\nLet's be friends (Where the bitches at who want niggas with money?)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all (Where you at, baby?)\nLong as you just bring me your friends (cash makin' hoes)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes? Let's be-\n\nI met you and I stuttered in passion\nThough slightly blinded by that ass\nIt was hard to keep my dick in my pants, every time you pass\nGot me checkin' for you hardcore, starin' and watchin'\nMe and you, one on one, picture countless options\nWas if prophecy clear as day, visions on top of me\nErotic, psychotic, when possess by bodies\nFar from a crush, I wanna bust your guts\nAnd touch everything inside you from my head to my nuts\nYou got me sweatin' like a fat girl goin' for mine\nJust a skinny nigga fuckin' like she stole my mind\nBack in time, I recall how she used to be\nI guess money and fame made you used to me\nWhat's up in '9-6? Find tricks in drag\nFuck Dre! Tell that bitch he can kiss my ass!\nBack to you, my pretty-ass caramel queen\nGot my hands on your thighs, now let me in-between as friends\n\nFriends (Westside, motherfucker, right here)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all\nLong as you just bring me your friends (Westside in this motherfucker)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes?\nLet's be friends (Westside in this motherfucker right here)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all\nLong as you just bring me your friends (in this motherfucker right here)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes?\n\nCan you imagine me in player mode, rush the tricks\nI got her ready for a booty call, I fucked your bitch\nWas it me or the fame, my dick or the game\nBet I scream 'Westside' when I came\nScream my name because, baby, it's delicious\nGot a weak spot for pretty bitches\nUp and down, similar to switches\nMy movement, baby, let your back dip into it, make it fluid\nIn and out, all around when a nigga do it\nYou've got me high, let me come inside!\nI love it when you get on top, baby let me ride!\nWho wanna stop me? Am I top notch?\nFuck player hatin' niggas cuz they cockblock\nYou probably hate to see a real thug with vision, what's the game?\nRather see a nigga up in prison, why you change?\nMade a living out of cuss words, liquor and weed\nA bad seed turned good in this world of G's\nBaby's got me fantasizin', seein' you naked\nIt's a fuck song, now check the record\nLet's be friends! Where my niggas at? Show me where my niggas at?\nWhere my bitches at? Thug style\n\nLet's be friends (where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?)\n(Throw yo' guns in the air)\nFriends\n(My ghetto love song, it goes on and on and on and on)\nLet's be friends\n(Where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?) You ain't gotta front with me\n(Where my niggas at?)\nFriends\n(Where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?) I know what you want\n(Where my people at? Let's be-)\n\nWhere my people at? Show me where my people at\nWhere my people at? Show me where my people at\nAll my niggas now, just my niggas come\nWhere my niggas at? Just my niggas now\nBe friends, tell me where my niggas at\nBe friends, tell me where my bitches at\nBe friends, tell me where my people at\nMake money, take money, be friends\n\nFriends (get your cash on, let's get dough)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all\nLong as you just bring me your friends (come on, get your cash on)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes? (Uh, let's get paid)\nLet's be friends (uh, come on, get your cash on)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all (let's get paid)\nLong as you just bring me your friends (come on, get your cash on!)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes? (let's get paid)\nLet's be friends\n\nMake money, take money\nMake money, take money\nMake money, take money\nMake money, take money\nMake money, take money","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fuck Friendz\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: Until the End of Time\n  duration_ms: 309760\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Pawhoo hoo hoo hoo\n  I don't wanna be your man, bitch\n  (Fuck that)\n  What you crazy\n  I don't wanna be your fuckin' man\n  You stupid you fuckin' idiot\n  (Drunk ho)\n  I wanna be\n  Yo let me fuck that nigga down\n  What's that?\n  My ghetto love song hahaha\n  (Set it off, set it off)\n  Let's be friends\n  (Where my niggas at)\n  (Where my niggas, where my niggas)\n  I know you wanna fuck\n  (Where my niggas at?)\n  (All my real niggas throw your muthafuckin' hands up)\n  Let's be friends\n  Where my niggas, where my niggas\n  Hahahaha yeeeah\n  (Let's go lets go)\n  Let's be friends\n  (Throw ya hands in the air)\n  There's no need to front\n  (Let's see ya just throw ya hands in the air)\n  Let's be friends...\n  (Westside in this motherfucker right here, Westside)\n  (Throw ya hands in the air)\n\n  Approach you and post a minute, arm on my double-R tinted\n  As you pass by, winkin' my eye, freshly scented\n  What's the haps, baby? Come get with me and perhaps, lady\n  You can help me multiply my stacks, baby\n  Currency seems small, I need companionship\n\n  Through with that scandalous shit, I bet your man ain't shit\n  So why you hesitatin', actin' like yo' shit don't stink?\n  Check out my diamonds, bitch, everyone gon' blink\n  This be a thug thang, Outlaw nigga with riches\n  Cream dreamin', motherfucker, on a mash for bitches\n  Check my résumé, sippin' on Cristal and Alize\n  Smokin' on big weed, keyed the Cali way\n  Don't like trickin', but I'll buy you a fit\n  I can't stand no sneaker-wearin' nappy head bitch\n  Let my pedigree, read briefly, this O.G\n  Puttin' bitch-made bustas to sleep with no grief\n  Mash on my so-called car, who the man?\n  While I'm tuggin' on your main bitch head\n  Understand this: Ain't no nigga like me, fuck Jay Z!\n  He broke and I smoke daily, baby, let's be\n\n  Let's be friends (where my niggas? Where my niggas at come on)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (all my niggas, where my hoes at?)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes?\n  Let's be friends (Where the bitches at who want niggas with money?)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all (Where you at, baby?)\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (cash makin' hoes)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes? Let's be-\n\n  I met you and I stuttered in passion\n  Though slightly blinded by that ass\n  It was hard to keep my dick in my pants, every time you pass\n  Got me checkin' for you hardcore, starin' and watchin'\n  Me and you, one on one, picture countless options\n  Was if prophecy clear as day, visions on top of me\n  Erotic, psychotic, when possess by bodies\n  Far from a crush, I wanna bust your guts\n  And touch everything inside you from my head to my nuts\n  You got me sweatin' like a fat girl goin' for mine\n  Just a skinny nigga fuckin' like she stole my mind\n  Back in time, I recall how she used to be\n  I guess money and fame made you used to me\n  What's up in '9-6? Find tricks in drag\n  Fuck Dre! Tell that bitch he can kiss my ass!\n  Back to you, my pretty-ass caramel queen\n  Got my hands on your thighs, now let me in-between as friends\n\n  Friends (Westside, motherfucker, right here)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (Westside in this motherfucker)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes?\n  Let's be friends (Westside in this motherfucker right here)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (in this motherfucker right here)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes?\n\n  Can you imagine me in player mode, rush the tricks\n  I got her ready for a booty call, I fucked your bitch\n  Was it me or the fame, my dick or the game\n  Bet I scream 'Westside' when I came\n  Scream my name because, baby, it's delicious\n  Got a weak spot for pretty bitches\n  Up and down, similar to switches\n  My movement, baby, let your back dip into it, make it fluid\n  In and out, all around when a nigga do it\n  You've got me high, let me come inside!\n  I love it when you get on top, baby let me ride!\n  Who wanna stop me? Am I top notch?\n  Fuck player hatin' niggas cuz they cockblock\n  You probably hate to see a real thug with vision, what's the game?\n  Rather see a nigga up in prison, why you change?\n  Made a living out of cuss words, liquor and weed\n  A bad seed turned good in this world of G's\n  Baby's got me fantasizin', seein' you naked\n  It's a fuck song, now check the record\n  Let's be friends! Where my niggas at? Show me where my niggas at?\n  Where my bitches at? Thug style\n\n  Let's be friends (where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?)\n  (Throw yo' guns in the air)\n  Friends\n  (My ghetto love song, it goes on and on and on and on)\n  Let's be friends\n  (Where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?) You ain't gotta front with me\n  (Where my niggas at?)\n  Friends\n  (Where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?) I know what you want\n  (Where my people at? Let's be-)\n\n  Where my people at? Show me where my people at\n  Where my people at? Show me where my people at\n  All my niggas now, just my niggas come\n  Where my niggas at? Just my niggas now\n  Be friends, tell me where my niggas at\n  Be friends, tell me where my bitches at\n  Be friends, tell me where my people at\n  Make money, take money, be friends\n\n  Friends (get your cash on, let's get dough)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (come on, get your cash on)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes? (Uh, let's get paid)\n  Let's be friends (uh, come on, get your cash on)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all (let's get paid)\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (come on, get your cash on!)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes? (let's get paid)\n  Let's be friends\n\n  Make money, take money\n  Make money, take money\n  Make money, take money\n  Make money, take money\n  Make money, take money\n"},{"id":22067001,"name":"Fuck Friendz","trackName":"Fuck Friendz","artistName":"2pac","albumName":"Until The End Of Time (0694908402) (Us)","duration":319.89551,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Pawhoo hoo hoo hoo\nI don't wanna be your man, bitch\n(Fuck that)\nWhat you crazy\nI don't wanna be your fuckin' man\nYou stupid you fuckin' idiot\n(Drunk ho)\nI wanna be\nYo let me fuck that nigga down\nWhat's that?\nMy ghetto love song hahaha\n(Set it off, set it off)\nLet's be friends\n(Where my niggas at)\n(Where my niggas, where my niggas)\nI know you wanna fuck\n(Where my niggas at?)\n(All my real niggas throw your muthafuckin' hands up)\nLet's be friends\nWhere my niggas, where my niggas\nHahahaha yeeeah\n(Let's go lets go)\nLet's be friends\n(Throw ya hands in the air)\nThere's no need to front\n(Let's see ya just throw ya hands in the air)\nLet's be friends...\n(Westside in this motherfucker right here, Westside)\n(Throw ya hands in the air)\n\nApproach you and post a minute, arm on my double-R tinted\nAs you pass by, winkin' my eye, freshly scented\nWhat's the haps, baby? Come get with me and perhaps, lady\nYou can help me multiply my stacks, baby\nCurrency seems small, I need companionship\n\nThrough with that scandalous shit, I bet your man ain't shit\nSo why you hesitatin', actin' like yo' shit don't stink?\nCheck out my diamonds, bitch, everyone gon' blink\nThis be a thug thang, Outlaw nigga with riches\nCream dreamin', motherfucker, on a mash for bitches\nCheck my résumé, sippin' on Cristal and Alize\nSmokin' on big weed, keyed the Cali way\nDon't like trickin', but I'll buy you a fit\nI can't stand no sneaker-wearin' nappy head bitch\nLet my pedigree, read briefly, this O.G\nPuttin' bitch-made bustas to sleep with no grief\nMash on my so-called car, who the man?\nWhile I'm tuggin' on your main bitch head\nUnderstand this: Ain't no nigga like me, fuck Jay Z!\nHe broke and I smoke daily, baby, let's be\n\nLet's be friends (where my niggas? Where my niggas at come on)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all\nLong as you just bring me your friends (all my niggas, where my hoes at?)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes?\nLet's be friends (Where the bitches at who want niggas with money?)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all (Where you at, baby?)\nLong as you just bring me your friends (cash makin' hoes)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes? Let's be-\n\nI met you and I stuttered in passion\nThough slightly blinded by that ass\nIt was hard to keep my dick in my pants, every time you pass\nGot me checkin' for you hardcore, starin' and watchin'\nMe and you, one on one, picture countless options\nWas if prophecy clear as day, visions on top of me\nErotic, psychotic, when possess by bodies\nFar from a crush, I wanna bust your guts\nAnd touch everything inside you from my head to my nuts\nYou got me sweatin' like a fat girl goin' for mine\nJust a skinny nigga fuckin' like she stole my mind\nBack in time, I recall how she used to be\nI guess money and fame made you used to me\nWhat's up in '9-6? Find tricks in drag\nFuck Dre! Tell that bitch he can kiss my ass!\nBack to you, my pretty-ass caramel queen\nGot my hands on your thighs, now let me in-between as friends\n\nFriends (Westside, motherfucker, right here)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all\nLong as you just bring me your friends (Westside in this motherfucker)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes?\nLet's be friends (Westside in this motherfucker right here)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all\nLong as you just bring me your friends (in this motherfucker right here)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes?\n\nCan you imagine me in player mode, rush the tricks\nI got her ready for a booty call, I fucked your bitch\nWas it me or the fame, my dick or the game\nBet I scream 'Westside' when I came\nScream my name because, baby, it's delicious\nGot a weak spot for pretty bitches\nUp and down, similar to switches\nMy movement, baby, let your back dip into it, make it fluid\nIn and out, all around when a nigga do it\nYou've got me high, let me come inside!\nI love it when you get on top, baby let me ride!\nWho wanna stop me? Am I top notch?\nFuck player hatin' niggas cuz they cockblock\nYou probably hate to see a real thug with vision, what's the game?\nRather see a nigga up in prison, why you change?\nMade a living out of cuss words, liquor and weed\nA bad seed turned good in this world of G's\nBaby's got me fantasizin', seein' you naked\nIt's a fuck song, now check the record\nLet's be friends! Where my niggas at? Show me where my niggas at?\nWhere my bitches at? Thug style\n\nLet's be friends (where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?)\n(Throw yo' guns in the air)\nFriends\n(My ghetto love song, it goes on and on and on and on)\nLet's be friends\n(Where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?) You ain't gotta front with me\n(Where my niggas at?)\nFriends\n(Where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?) I know what you want\n(Where my people at? Let's be-)\n\nWhere my people at? Show me where my people at\nWhere my people at? Show me where my people at\nAll my niggas now, just my niggas come\nWhere my niggas at? Just my niggas now\nBe friends, tell me where my niggas at\nBe friends, tell me where my bitches at\nBe friends, tell me where my people at\nMake money, take money, be friends\n\nFriends (get your cash on, let's get dough)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all\nLong as you just bring me your friends (come on, get your cash on)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes? (Uh, let's get paid)\nLet's be friends (uh, come on, get your cash on)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all (let's get paid)\nLong as you just bring me your friends (come on, get your cash on!)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes? (let's get paid)\nLet's be friends\n\nMake money, take money\nMake money, take money\nMake money, take money\nMake money, take money\nMake money, take money","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fuck Friendz\n  artist: 2pac\n  album: Until The End Of Time (0694908402) (Us)\n  duration_ms: 319896\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Pawhoo hoo hoo hoo\n  I don't wanna be your man, bitch\n  (Fuck that)\n  What you crazy\n  I don't wanna be your fuckin' man\n  You stupid you fuckin' idiot\n  (Drunk ho)\n  I wanna be\n  Yo let me fuck that nigga down\n  What's that?\n  My ghetto love song hahaha\n  (Set it off, set it off)\n  Let's be friends\n  (Where my niggas at)\n  (Where my niggas, where my niggas)\n  I know you wanna fuck\n  (Where my niggas at?)\n  (All my real niggas throw your muthafuckin' hands up)\n  Let's be friends\n  Where my niggas, where my niggas\n  Hahahaha yeeeah\n  (Let's go lets go)\n  Let's be friends\n  (Throw ya hands in the air)\n  There's no need to front\n  (Let's see ya just throw ya hands in the air)\n  Let's be friends...\n  (Westside in this motherfucker right here, Westside)\n  (Throw ya hands in the air)\n\n  Approach you and post a minute, arm on my double-R tinted\n  As you pass by, winkin' my eye, freshly scented\n  What's the haps, baby? Come get with me and perhaps, lady\n  You can help me multiply my stacks, baby\n  Currency seems small, I need companionship\n\n  Through with that scandalous shit, I bet your man ain't shit\n  So why you hesitatin', actin' like yo' shit don't stink?\n  Check out my diamonds, bitch, everyone gon' blink\n  This be a thug thang, Outlaw nigga with riches\n  Cream dreamin', motherfucker, on a mash for bitches\n  Check my résumé, sippin' on Cristal and Alize\n  Smokin' on big weed, keyed the Cali way\n  Don't like trickin', but I'll buy you a fit\n  I can't stand no sneaker-wearin' nappy head bitch\n  Let my pedigree, read briefly, this O.G\n  Puttin' bitch-made bustas to sleep with no grief\n  Mash on my so-called car, who the man?\n  While I'm tuggin' on your main bitch head\n  Understand this: Ain't no nigga like me, fuck Jay Z!\n  He broke and I smoke daily, baby, let's be\n\n  Let's be friends (where my niggas? Where my niggas at come on)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (all my niggas, where my hoes at?)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes?\n  Let's be friends (Where the bitches at who want niggas with money?)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all (Where you at, baby?)\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (cash makin' hoes)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes? Let's be-\n\n  I met you and I stuttered in passion\n  Though slightly blinded by that ass\n  It was hard to keep my dick in my pants, every time you pass\n  Got me checkin' for you hardcore, starin' and watchin'\n  Me and you, one on one, picture countless options\n  Was if prophecy clear as day, visions on top of me\n  Erotic, psychotic, when possess by bodies\n  Far from a crush, I wanna bust your guts\n  And touch everything inside you from my head to my nuts\n  You got me sweatin' like a fat girl goin' for mine\n  Just a skinny nigga fuckin' like she stole my mind\n  Back in time, I recall how she used to be\n  I guess money and fame made you used to me\n  What's up in '9-6? Find tricks in drag\n  Fuck Dre! Tell that bitch he can kiss my ass!\n  Back to you, my pretty-ass caramel queen\n  Got my hands on your thighs, now let me in-between as friends\n\n  Friends (Westside, motherfucker, right here)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (Westside in this motherfucker)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes?\n  Let's be friends (Westside in this motherfucker right here)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (in this motherfucker right here)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes?\n\n  Can you imagine me in player mode, rush the tricks\n  I got her ready for a booty call, I fucked your bitch\n  Was it me or the fame, my dick or the game\n  Bet I scream 'Westside' when I came\n  Scream my name because, baby, it's delicious\n  Got a weak spot for pretty bitches\n  Up and down, similar to switches\n  My movement, baby, let your back dip into it, make it fluid\n  In and out, all around when a nigga do it\n  You've got me high, let me come inside!\n  I love it when you get on top, baby let me ride!\n  Who wanna stop me? Am I top notch?\n  Fuck player hatin' niggas cuz they cockblock\n  You probably hate to see a real thug with vision, what's the game?\n  Rather see a nigga up in prison, why you change?\n  Made a living out of cuss words, liquor and weed\n  A bad seed turned good in this world of G's\n  Baby's got me fantasizin', seein' you naked\n  It's a fuck song, now check the record\n  Let's be friends! Where my niggas at? Show me where my niggas at?\n  Where my bitches at? Thug style\n\n  Let's be friends (where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?)\n  (Throw yo' guns in the air)\n  Friends\n  (My ghetto love song, it goes on and on and on and on)\n  Let's be friends\n  (Where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?) You ain't gotta front with me\n  (Where my niggas at?)\n  Friends\n  (Where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?) I know what you want\n  (Where my people at? Let's be-)\n\n  Where my people at? Show me where my people at\n  Where my people at? Show me where my people at\n  All my niggas now, just my niggas come\n  Where my niggas at? Just my niggas now\n  Be friends, tell me where my niggas at\n  Be friends, tell me where my bitches at\n  Be friends, tell me where my people at\n  Make money, take money, be friends\n\n  Friends (get your cash on, let's get dough)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (come on, get your cash on)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes? (Uh, let's get paid)\n  Let's be friends (uh, come on, get your cash on)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all (let's get paid)\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (come on, get your cash on!)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes? (let's get paid)\n  Let's be friends\n\n  Make money, take money\n  Make money, take money\n  Make money, take money\n  Make money, take money\n  Make money, take money\n"},{"id":21416744,"name":"Fuck Friendz","trackName":"Fuck Friendz","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"k-Until The End Of Time [Disc 1]","duration":319.9245312,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Pawhoo hoo hoo hoo\nI don't wanna be your man, bitch\n(Fuck that)\nWhat you crazy\nI don't wanna be your fuckin' man\nYou stupid you fuckin' idiot\n(Drunk ho)\nI wanna be\nYo let me fuck that nigga down\nWhat's that?\nMy ghetto love song hahaha\n(Set it off, set it off)\nLet's be friends\n(Where my niggas at)\n(Where my niggas, where my niggas)\nI know you wanna fuck\n(Where my niggas at?)\n(All my real niggas throw your muthafuckin' hands up)\nLet's be friends\nWhere my niggas, where my niggas\nHahahaha yeeeah\n(Let's go lets go)\nLet's be friends\n(Throw ya hands in the air)\nThere's no need to front\n(Let's see ya just throw ya hands in the air)\nLet's be friends...\n(Westside in this motherfucker right here, Westside)\n(Throw ya hands in the air)\n\nApproach you and post a minute, arm on my double-R tinted\nAs you pass by, winkin' my eye, freshly scented\nWhat's the haps, baby? Come get with me and perhaps, lady\nYou can help me multiply my stacks, baby\nCurrency seems small, I need companionship\n\nThrough with that scandalous shit, I bet your man ain't shit\nSo why you hesitatin', actin' like yo' shit don't stink?\nCheck out my diamonds, bitch, everyone gon' blink\nThis be a thug thang, Outlaw nigga with riches\nCream dreamin', motherfucker, on a mash for bitches\nCheck my résumé, sippin' on Cristal and Alize\nSmokin' on big weed, keyed the Cali way\nDon't like trickin', but I'll buy you a fit\nI can't stand no sneaker-wearin' nappy head bitch\nLet my pedigree, read briefly, this O.G\nPuttin' bitch-made bustas to sleep with no grief\nMash on my so-called car, who the man?\nWhile I'm tuggin' on your main bitch head\nUnderstand this: Ain't no nigga like me, fuck Jay Z!\nHe broke and I smoke daily, baby, let's be\n\nLet's be friends (where my niggas? Where my niggas at come on)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all\nLong as you just bring me your friends (all my niggas, where my hoes at?)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes?\nLet's be friends (Where the bitches at who want niggas with money?)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all (Where you at, baby?)\nLong as you just bring me your friends (cash makin' hoes)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes? Let's be-\n\nI met you and I stuttered in passion\nThough slightly blinded by that ass\nIt was hard to keep my dick in my pants, every time you pass\nGot me checkin' for you hardcore, starin' and watchin'\nMe and you, one on one, picture countless options\nWas if prophecy clear as day, visions on top of me\nErotic, psychotic, when possess by bodies\nFar from a crush, I wanna bust your guts\nAnd touch everything inside you from my head to my nuts\nYou got me sweatin' like a fat girl goin' for mine\nJust a skinny nigga fuckin' like she stole my mind\nBack in time, I recall how she used to be\nI guess money and fame made you used to me\nWhat's up in '9-6? Find tricks in drag\nFuck Dre! Tell that bitch he can kiss my ass!\nBack to you, my pretty-ass caramel queen\nGot my hands on your thighs, now let me in-between as friends\n\nFriends (Westside, motherfucker, right here)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all\nLong as you just bring me your friends (Westside in this motherfucker)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes?\nLet's be friends (Westside in this motherfucker right here)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all\nLong as you just bring me your friends (in this motherfucker right here)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes?\n\nCan you imagine me in player mode, rush the tricks\nI got her ready for a booty call, I fucked your bitch\nWas it me or the fame, my dick or the game\nBet I scream 'Westside' when I came\nScream my name because, baby, it's delicious\nGot a weak spot for pretty bitches\nUp and down, similar to switches\nMy movement, baby, let your back dip into it, make it fluid\nIn and out, all around when a nigga do it\nYou've got me high, let me come inside!\nI love it when you get on top, baby let me ride!\nWho wanna stop me? Am I top notch?\nFuck player hatin' niggas cuz they cockblock\nYou probably hate to see a real thug with vision, what's the game?\nRather see a nigga up in prison, why you change?\nMade a living out of cuss words, liquor and weed\nA bad seed turned good in this world of G's\nBaby's got me fantasizin', seein' you naked\nIt's a fuck song, now check the record\nLet's be friends! Where my niggas at? Show me where my niggas at?\nWhere my bitches at? Thug style\n\nLet's be friends (where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?)\n(Throw yo' guns in the air)\nFriends\n(My ghetto love song, it goes on and on and on and on)\nLet's be friends\n(Where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?) You ain't gotta front with me\n(Where my niggas at?)\nFriends\n(Where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?) I know what you want\n(Where my people at? Let's be-)\n\nWhere my people at? Show me where my people at\nWhere my people at? Show me where my people at\nAll my niggas now, just my niggas come\nWhere my niggas at? Just my niggas now\nBe friends, tell me where my niggas at\nBe friends, tell me where my bitches at\nBe friends, tell me where my people at\nMake money, take money, be friends\n\nFriends (get your cash on, let's get dough)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all\nLong as you just bring me your friends (come on, get your cash on)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes? (Uh, let's get paid)\nLet's be friends (uh, come on, get your cash on)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all (let's get paid)\nLong as you just bring me your friends (come on, get your cash on!)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes? (let's get paid)\nLet's be friends\n\nMake money, take money\nMake money, take money\nMake money, take money\nMake money, take money\nMake money, take money","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fuck Friendz\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: k-Until The End Of Time [Disc 1]\n  duration_ms: 319925\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Pawhoo hoo hoo hoo\n  I don't wanna be your man, bitch\n  (Fuck that)\n  What you crazy\n  I don't wanna be your fuckin' man\n  You stupid you fuckin' idiot\n  (Drunk ho)\n  I wanna be\n  Yo let me fuck that nigga down\n  What's that?\n  My ghetto love song hahaha\n  (Set it off, set it off)\n  Let's be friends\n  (Where my niggas at)\n  (Where my niggas, where my niggas)\n  I know you wanna fuck\n  (Where my niggas at?)\n  (All my real niggas throw your muthafuckin' hands up)\n  Let's be friends\n  Where my niggas, where my niggas\n  Hahahaha yeeeah\n  (Let's go lets go)\n  Let's be friends\n  (Throw ya hands in the air)\n  There's no need to front\n  (Let's see ya just throw ya hands in the air)\n  Let's be friends...\n  (Westside in this motherfucker right here, Westside)\n  (Throw ya hands in the air)\n\n  Approach you and post a minute, arm on my double-R tinted\n  As you pass by, winkin' my eye, freshly scented\n  What's the haps, baby? Come get with me and perhaps, lady\n  You can help me multiply my stacks, baby\n  Currency seems small, I need companionship\n\n  Through with that scandalous shit, I bet your man ain't shit\n  So why you hesitatin', actin' like yo' shit don't stink?\n  Check out my diamonds, bitch, everyone gon' blink\n  This be a thug thang, Outlaw nigga with riches\n  Cream dreamin', motherfucker, on a mash for bitches\n  Check my résumé, sippin' on Cristal and Alize\n  Smokin' on big weed, keyed the Cali way\n  Don't like trickin', but I'll buy you a fit\n  I can't stand no sneaker-wearin' nappy head bitch\n  Let my pedigree, read briefly, this O.G\n  Puttin' bitch-made bustas to sleep with no grief\n  Mash on my so-called car, who the man?\n  While I'm tuggin' on your main bitch head\n  Understand this: Ain't no nigga like me, fuck Jay Z!\n  He broke and I smoke daily, baby, let's be\n\n  Let's be friends (where my niggas? Where my niggas at come on)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (all my niggas, where my hoes at?)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes?\n  Let's be friends (Where the bitches at who want niggas with money?)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all (Where you at, baby?)\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (cash makin' hoes)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes? Let's be-\n\n  I met you and I stuttered in passion\n  Though slightly blinded by that ass\n  It was hard to keep my dick in my pants, every time you pass\n  Got me checkin' for you hardcore, starin' and watchin'\n  Me and you, one on one, picture countless options\n  Was if prophecy clear as day, visions on top of me\n  Erotic, psychotic, when possess by bodies\n  Far from a crush, I wanna bust your guts\n  And touch everything inside you from my head to my nuts\n  You got me sweatin' like a fat girl goin' for mine\n  Just a skinny nigga fuckin' like she stole my mind\n  Back in time, I recall how she used to be\n  I guess money and fame made you used to me\n  What's up in '9-6? Find tricks in drag\n  Fuck Dre! Tell that bitch he can kiss my ass!\n  Back to you, my pretty-ass caramel queen\n  Got my hands on your thighs, now let me in-between as friends\n\n  Friends (Westside, motherfucker, right here)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (Westside in this motherfucker)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes?\n  Let's be friends (Westside in this motherfucker right here)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (in this motherfucker right here)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes?\n\n  Can you imagine me in player mode, rush the tricks\n  I got her ready for a booty call, I fucked your bitch\n  Was it me or the fame, my dick or the game\n  Bet I scream 'Westside' when I came\n  Scream my name because, baby, it's delicious\n  Got a weak spot for pretty bitches\n  Up and down, similar to switches\n  My movement, baby, let your back dip into it, make it fluid\n  In and out, all around when a nigga do it\n  You've got me high, let me come inside!\n  I love it when you get on top, baby let me ride!\n  Who wanna stop me? Am I top notch?\n  Fuck player hatin' niggas cuz they cockblock\n  You probably hate to see a real thug with vision, what's the game?\n  Rather see a nigga up in prison, why you change?\n  Made a living out of cuss words, liquor and weed\n  A bad seed turned good in this world of G's\n  Baby's got me fantasizin', seein' you naked\n  It's a fuck song, now check the record\n  Let's be friends! Where my niggas at? Show me where my niggas at?\n  Where my bitches at? Thug style\n\n  Let's be friends (where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?)\n  (Throw yo' guns in the air)\n  Friends\n  (My ghetto love song, it goes on and on and on and on)\n  Let's be friends\n  (Where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?) You ain't gotta front with me\n  (Where my niggas at?)\n  Friends\n  (Where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?) I know what you want\n  (Where my people at? Let's be-)\n\n  Where my people at? Show me where my people at\n  Where my people at? Show me where my people at\n  All my niggas now, just my niggas come\n  Where my niggas at? Just my niggas now\n  Be friends, tell me where my niggas at\n  Be friends, tell me where my bitches at\n  Be friends, tell me where my people at\n  Make money, take money, be friends\n\n  Friends (get your cash on, let's get dough)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (come on, get your cash on)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes? (Uh, let's get paid)\n  Let's be friends (uh, come on, get your cash on)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all (let's get paid)\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (come on, get your cash on!)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes? (let's get paid)\n  Let's be friends\n\n  Make money, take money\n  Make money, take money\n  Make money, take money\n  Make money, take money\n  Make money, take money\n"},{"id":11100112,"name":"Fuck Friendz","trackName":"Fuck Friendz","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"null","duration":320.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Pawhoo hoo hoo hoo\nI don't wanna be your man, bitch\n(Fuck that)\nWhat you crazy\nI don't wanna be your fuckin' man\nYou stupid you fuckin' idiot\n(Drunk ho)\nI wanna be\nYo let me fuck that nigga down\nWhat's that?\nMy ghetto love song hahaha\n(Set it off, set it off)\nLet's be friends\n(Where my niggas at)\n(Where my niggas, where my niggas)\nI know you wanna fuck\n(Where my niggas at?)\n(All my real niggas throw your muthafuckin' hands up)\nLet's be friends\nWhere my niggas, where my niggas\nHahahaha yeeeah\n(Let's go lets go)\nLet's be friends\n(Throw ya hands in the air)\nThere's no need to front\n(Let's see ya just throw ya hands in the air)\nLet's be friends...\n(Westside in this motherfucker right here, Westside)\n(Throw ya hands in the air)\n\nApproach you and post a minute, arm on my double-R tinted\nAs you pass by, winkin' my eye, freshly scented\nWhat's the haps, baby? Come get with me and perhaps, lady\nYou can help me multiply my stacks, baby\nCurrency seems small, I need companionship\n\nThrough with that scandalous shit, I bet your man ain't shit\nSo why you hesitatin', actin' like yo' shit don't stink?\nCheck out my diamonds, bitch, everyone gon' blink\nThis be a thug thang, Outlaw nigga with riches\nCream dreamin', motherfucker, on a mash for bitches\nCheck my résumé, sippin' on Cristal and Alize\nSmokin' on big weed, keyed the Cali way\nDon't like trickin', but I'll buy you a fit\nI can't stand no sneaker-wearin' nappy head bitch\nLet my pedigree, read briefly, this O.G\nPuttin' bitch-made bustas to sleep with no grief\nMash on my so-called car, who the man?\nWhile I'm tuggin' on your main bitch head\nUnderstand this: Ain't no nigga like me, fuck Jay Z!\nHe broke and I smoke daily, baby, let's be\n\nLet's be friends (where my niggas? Where my niggas at come on)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all\nLong as you just bring me your friends (all my niggas, where my hoes at?)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes?\nLet's be friends (Where the bitches at who want niggas with money?)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all (Where you at, baby?)\nLong as you just bring me your friends (cash makin' hoes)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes? Let's be-\n\nI met you and I stuttered in passion\nThough slightly blinded by that ass\nIt was hard to keep my dick in my pants, every time you pass\nGot me checkin' for you hardcore, starin' and watchin'\nMe and you, one on one, picture countless options\nWas if prophecy clear as day, visions on top of me\nErotic, psychotic, when possess by bodies\nFar from a crush, I wanna bust your guts\nAnd touch everything inside you from my head to my nuts\nYou got me sweatin' like a fat girl goin' for mine\nJust a skinny nigga fuckin' like she stole my mind\nBack in time, I recall how she used to be\nI guess money and fame made you used to me\nWhat's up in '9-6? Find tricks in drag\nFuck Dre! Tell that bitch he can kiss my ass!\nBack to you, my pretty-ass caramel queen\nGot my hands on your thighs, now let me in-between as friends\n\nFriends (Westside, motherfucker, right here)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all\nLong as you just bring me your friends (Westside in this motherfucker)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes?\nLet's be friends (Westside in this motherfucker right here)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all\nLong as you just bring me your friends (in this motherfucker right here)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes?\n\nCan you imagine me in player mode, rush the tricks\nI got her ready for a booty call, I fucked your bitch\nWas it me or the fame, my dick or the game\nBet I scream 'Westside' when I came\nScream my name because, baby, it's delicious\nGot a weak spot for pretty bitches\nUp and down, similar to switches\nMy movement, baby, let your back dip into it, make it fluid\nIn and out, all around when a nigga do it\nYou've got me high, let me come inside!\nI love it when you get on top, baby let me ride!\nWho wanna stop me? Am I top notch?\nFuck player hatin' niggas cuz they cockblock\nYou probably hate to see a real thug with vision, what's the game?\nRather see a nigga up in prison, why you change?\nMade a living out of cuss words, liquor and weed\nA bad seed turned good in this world of G's\nBaby's got me fantasizin', seein' you naked\nIt's a fuck song, now check the record\nLet's be friends! Where my niggas at? Show me where my niggas at?\nWhere my bitches at? Thug style\n\nLet's be friends (where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?)\n(Throw yo' guns in the air)\nFriends\n(My ghetto love song, it goes on and on and on and on)\nLet's be friends\n(Where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?) You ain't gotta front with me\n(Where my niggas at?)\nFriends\n(Where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?) I know what you want\n(Where my people at? Let's be-)\n\nWhere my people at? Show me where my people at\nWhere my people at? Show me where my people at\nAll my niggas now, just my niggas come\nWhere my niggas at? Just my niggas now\nBe friends, tell me where my niggas at\nBe friends, tell me where my bitches at\nBe friends, tell me where my people at\nMake money, take money, be friends\n\nFriends (get your cash on, let's get dough)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all\nLong as you just bring me your friends (come on, get your cash on)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes? (Uh, let's get paid)\nLet's be friends (uh, come on, get your cash on)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all (let's get paid)\nLong as you just bring me your friends (come on, get your cash on!)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes? (let's get paid)\nLet's be friends\n\nMake money, take money\nMake money, take money\nMake money, take money\nMake money, take money\nMake money, take money","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.31] Pawhoo hoo hoo hoo\n[00:01.41] I don't wanna be your man, bitch\n[00:03.48] (Fuck that)\n[00:04.31] What you crazy\n[00:05.05] I don't wanna be your fuckin' man\n[00:05.95] You stupid you fuckin' idiot\n[00:06.75] (Drunk ho)\n[00:07.25] I wanna be\n[00:08.88] Yo let me fuck that nigga down\n[00:09.42] What's that?\n[00:10.52] My ghetto love song hahaha\n[00:11.83] (Set it off, set it off)\n[00:13.78] Let's be friends\n[00:15.33] (Where my niggas at)\n[00:16.40] (Where my niggas, where my niggas)\n[00:18.22] I know you wanna fuck\n[00:21.33] (Where my niggas at?)\n[00:22.28] (All my real niggas throw your muthafuckin' hands up)\n[00:23.87] Let's be friends\n[00:24.45] Where my niggas, where my niggas\n[00:25.09] Hahahaha yeeeah\n[00:25.93] (Let's go lets go)\n[00:26.77] Let's be friends\n[00:27.26] (Throw ya hands in the air)\n[00:27.55] There's no need to front\n[00:27.93] (Let's see ya just throw ya hands in the air)\n[00:28.55] Let's be friends...\n[00:29.14] (Westside in this motherfucker right here, Westside)\n[00:29.90] (Throw ya hands in the air)\n[00:30.26] Approach you and post a minute, arm on my double-R tinted\n[00:33.07] As you pass by, winkin' my eye, freshly scented\n[00:35.21] What's the haps, baby? Come get with me and perhaps, lady\n[00:38.28] You can help me multiply my stacks, baby\n[00:40.35] Currency seems small, I need companionship\n[00:42.91] Through with that scandalous shit, I bet your man ain't shit\n[00:45.63] So why you hesitatin', actin' like yo' shit don't stink?\n[00:48.11] Check out my diamonds, bitch, everyone gon' blink\n[00:50.77] This be a thug thang, Outlaw nigga with riches\n[00:53.39] Cream dreamin', motherfucker, on a mash for bitches\n[00:55.89] Check my résumé, sippin' on Cristal and Alize\n[00:58.69] Smokin' on big weed, keyed the Cali way\n[01:01.52] Don't like trickin', but I'll buy you a fit\n[01:03.83] I can't stand no sneaker-wearin' nappy head bitch\n[01:06.38] Let my pedigree, read briefly, this O.G\n[01:08.85] Puttin' bitch-made bustas to sleep with no grief\n[01:11.74] Mash on my so-called car, who the man?\n[01:14.50] While I'm tuggin' on your main bitch head\n[01:16.50] Understand this: Ain't no nigga like me, fuck Jay Z!\n[01:19.32] He broke and I smoke daily, baby, let's be\n[01:22.18] Let's be friends (where my niggas? Where my niggas at come on)\n[01:24.55] You ain't gotta be my man at all\n[01:26.42] Long as you just bring me your friends (all my niggas, where my hoes at?)\n[01:29.21] Why you trickin' on them other hoes?\n[01:31.72] Let's be friends (Where the bitches at who want niggas with money?)\n[01:35.39] You ain't gotta be my man at all (Where you at, baby?)\n[01:37.77] Long as you just bring me your friends (cash makin' hoes)\n[01:38.05] Why you trickin' on them other hoes? Let's be-\n[01:38.74] I met you and I stuttered in passion\n[01:44.51] Though slightly blinded by that ass\n[01:46.05] It was hard to keep my dick in my pants, every time you pass\n[01:47.80] Got me checkin' for you hardcore, starin' and watchin'\n[01:50.68] Me and you, one on one, picture countless options\n[01:53.36] Was if prophecy clear as day, visions on top of me\n[01:56.28] Erotic, psychotic, when possess by bodies\n[01:58.44] Far from a crush, I wanna bust your guts\n[02:00.58] And touch everything inside you from my head to my nuts\n[02:03.02] You got me sweatin' like a fat girl goin' for mine\n[02:05.55] Just a skinny nigga fuckin' like she stole my mind\n[02:08.06] Back in time, I recall how she used to be\n[02:10.61] I guess money and fame made you used to me\n[02:13.46] What's up in '9-6? Find tricks in drag\n[02:16.35] Fuck Dre! Tell that bitch he can kiss my ass!\n[02:18.53] Back to you, my pretty-ass caramel queen\n[02:21.28] Got my hands on your thighs, now let me in-between as friends\n[02:24.15] Friends (Westside, motherfucker, right here)\n[02:27.00] You ain't gotta be my man at all\n[02:28.43] Long as you just bring me your friends (Westside in this motherfucker)\n[02:31.14] Why you trickin' on them other hoes?\n[02:33.68] Let's be friends (Westside in this motherfucker right here)\n[02:36.95] You ain't gotta be my man at all\n[02:38.83] Long as you just bring me your friends (in this motherfucker right here)\n[02:41.34] Why you trickin' on them other hoes?\n[02:44.08] Can you imagine me in player mode, rush the tricks\n[02:46.85] I got her ready for a booty call, I fucked your bitch\n[02:49.35] Was it me or the fame, my dick or the game\n[02:51.97] Bet I scream 'Westside' when I came\n[02:54.12] Scream my name because, baby, it's delicious\n[02:56.71] Got a weak spot for pretty bitches\n[02:58.51] Up and down, similar to switches\n[02:59.94] My movement, baby, let your back dip into it, make it fluid\n[03:03.16] In and out, all around when a nigga do it\n[03:06.32] You've got me high, let me come inside!\n[03:07.82] I love it when you get on top, baby let me ride!\n[03:10.03] Who wanna stop me? Am I top notch?\n[03:12.81] Fuck player hatin' niggas cuz they cockblock\n[03:15.27] You probably hate to see a real thug with vision, what's the game?\n[03:18.12] Rather see a nigga up in prison, why you change?\n[03:20.93] Made a living out of cuss words, liquor and weed\n[03:23.73] A bad seed turned good in this world of G's\n[03:26.08] Baby's got me fantasizin', seein' you naked\n[03:28.35] It's a fuck song, now check the record\n[03:30.69] Let's be friends! Where my niggas at? Show me where my niggas at?\n[03:33.84] Where my bitches at? Thug style\n[03:36.29] Let's be friends (where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?)\n[03:38.67] (Throw yo' guns in the air)\n[03:41.08] Friends\n[03:42.98] (My ghetto love song, it goes on and on and on and on)\n[03:45.50] Let's be friends\n[03:47.53] (Where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?) You ain't gotta front with me\n[03:51.97] (Where my niggas at?)\n[03:54.36] Friends\n[03:57.56] (Where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?) I know what you want\n[04:02.51] (Where my people at? Let's be-)\n[04:03.54] Where my people at? Show me where my people at\n[04:04.92] Where my people at? Show me where my people at\n[04:10.67] All my niggas now, just my niggas come\n[04:12.71] Where my niggas at? Just my niggas now\n[04:13.85] Be friends, tell me where my niggas at\n[04:15.18] Be friends, tell me where my bitches at\n[04:17.34] Be friends, tell me where my people at\n[04:18.49] Make money, take money, be friends\n[04:19.55] Friends (get your cash on, let's get dough)\n[04:20.26] You ain't gotta be my man at all\n[04:21.71] Long as you just bring me your friends (come on, get your cash on)\n[04:22.48] Why you trickin' on them other hoes? (Uh, let's get paid)\n[04:23.37] Let's be friends (uh, come on, get your cash on)\n[04:23.99] You ain't gotta be my man at all (let's get paid)\n[04:24.51] Long as you just bring me your friends (come on, get your cash on!)\n[04:24.61] Why you trickin' on them other hoes? (let's get paid)\n[04:24.72] Let's be friends\n[04:24.99] Make money, take money\n[04:25.06] Make money, take money\n[04:25.42] Make money, take money\n[04:25.73] Make money, take money\n[04:25.95] Make money, take money\n[04:26.01] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fuck Friendz\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: 'null'\n  duration_ms: 320000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Pawhoo hoo hoo hoo\n  start_ms: 310\n  end_ms: 1410\n- text: I don't wanna be your man, bitch\n  start_ms: 1410\n  end_ms: 3480\n- text: (Fuck that)\n  start_ms: 3480\n  end_ms: 4310\n- text: What you crazy\n  start_ms: 4310\n  end_ms: 5050\n- text: I don't wanna be your fuckin' man\n  start_ms: 5050\n  end_ms: 5950\n- text: You stupid you fuckin' idiot\n  start_ms: 5950\n  end_ms: 6750\n- text: (Drunk ho)\n  start_ms: 6750\n  end_ms: 7250\n- text: I wanna be\n  start_ms: 7250\n  end_ms: 8880\n- text: Yo let me fuck that nigga down\n  start_ms: 8880\n  end_ms: 9420\n- text: What's that?\n  start_ms: 9420\n  end_ms: 10520\n- text: My ghetto love song hahaha\n  start_ms: 10520\n  end_ms: 11830\n- text: (Set it off, set it off)\n  start_ms: 11830\n  end_ms: 13780\n- text: Let's be friends\n  start_ms: 13780\n  end_ms: 15330\n- text: (Where my niggas at)\n  start_ms: 15330\n  end_ms: 16400\n- text: (Where my niggas, where my niggas)\n  start_ms: 16400\n  end_ms: 18220\n- text: I know you wanna fuck\n  start_ms: 18220\n  end_ms: 21330\n- text: (Where my niggas at?)\n  start_ms: 21330\n  end_ms: 22280\n- text: (All my real niggas throw your muthafuckin' hands up)\n  start_ms: 22280\n  end_ms: 23870\n- text: Let's be friends\n  start_ms: 23870\n  end_ms: 24450\n- text: Where my niggas, where my niggas\n  start_ms: 24450\n  end_ms: 25090\n- text: Hahahaha yeeeah\n  start_ms: 25090\n  end_ms: 25930\n- text: (Let's go lets go)\n  start_ms: 25930\n  end_ms: 26770\n- text: Let's be friends\n  start_ms: 26770\n  end_ms: 27260\n- text: (Throw ya hands in the air)\n  start_ms: 27260\n  end_ms: 27550\n- text: There's no need to front\n  start_ms: 27550\n  end_ms: 27930\n- text: (Let's see ya just throw ya hands in the air)\n  start_ms: 27930\n  end_ms: 28550\n- text: Let's be friends...\n  start_ms: 28550\n  end_ms: 29140\n- text: (Westside in this motherfucker right here, Westside)\n  start_ms: 29140\n  end_ms: 29900\n- text: (Throw ya hands in the air)\n  start_ms: 29900\n  end_ms: 30260\n- text: Approach you and post a minute, arm on my double-R tinted\n  start_ms: 30260\n  end_ms: 33070\n- text: As you pass by, winkin' my eye, freshly scented\n  start_ms: 33070\n  end_ms: 35210\n- text: What's the haps, baby? 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Show me where my people at\n  start_ms: 244920\n  end_ms: 250670\n- text: All my niggas now, just my niggas come\n  start_ms: 250670\n  end_ms: 252710\n- text: Where my niggas at? Just my niggas now\n  start_ms: 252710\n  end_ms: 253850\n- text: Be friends, tell me where my niggas at\n  start_ms: 253850\n  end_ms: 255180\n- text: Be friends, tell me where my bitches at\n  start_ms: 255180\n  end_ms: 257340\n- text: Be friends, tell me where my people at\n  start_ms: 257340\n  end_ms: 258490\n- text: Make money, take money, be friends\n  start_ms: 258490\n  end_ms: 259550\n- text: Friends (get your cash on, let's get dough)\n  start_ms: 259550\n  end_ms: 260260\n- text: You ain't gotta be my man at all\n  start_ms: 260260\n  end_ms: 261710\n- text: Long as you just bring me your friends (come on, get your cash on)\n  start_ms: 261710\n  end_ms: 262480\n- text: Why you trickin' on them other hoes? (Uh, let's get paid)\n  start_ms: 262480\n  end_ms: 263370\n- text: Let's be friends (uh, come on, get your cash on)\n  start_ms: 263370\n  end_ms: 263990\n- text: You ain't gotta be my man at all (let's get paid)\n  start_ms: 263990\n  end_ms: 264510\n- text: Long as you just bring me your friends (come on, get your cash on!)\n  start_ms: 264510\n  end_ms: 264610\n- text: Why you trickin' on them other hoes? (let's get paid)\n  start_ms: 264610\n  end_ms: 264720\n- text: Let's be friends\n  start_ms: 264720\n  end_ms: 264990\n- text: Make money, take money\n  start_ms: 264990\n  end_ms: 265060\n- text: Make money, take money\n  start_ms: 265060\n  end_ms: 265420\n- text: Make money, take money\n  start_ms: 265420\n  end_ms: 265730\n- text: Make money, take money\n  start_ms: 265730\n  end_ms: 265950\n- text: Make money, take money\n  start_ms: 265950\n  end_ms: 266010\nplain: |-\n  Pawhoo hoo hoo hoo\n  I don't wanna be your man, bitch\n  (Fuck that)\n  What you crazy\n  I don't wanna be your fuckin' man\n  You stupid you fuckin' idiot\n  (Drunk ho)\n  I wanna be\n  Yo let me fuck that nigga down\n  What's that?\n  My ghetto love song hahaha\n  (Set it off, set it off)\n  Let's be friends\n  (Where my niggas at)\n  (Where my niggas, where my niggas)\n  I know you wanna fuck\n  (Where my niggas at?)\n  (All my real niggas throw your muthafuckin' hands up)\n  Let's be friends\n  Where my niggas, where my niggas\n  Hahahaha yeeeah\n  (Let's go lets go)\n  Let's be friends\n  (Throw ya hands in the air)\n  There's no need to front\n  (Let's see ya just throw ya hands in the air)\n  Let's be friends...\n  (Westside in this motherfucker right here, Westside)\n  (Throw ya hands in the air)\n\n  Approach you and post a minute, arm on my double-R tinted\n  As you pass by, winkin' my eye, freshly scented\n  What's the haps, baby? Come get with me and perhaps, lady\n  You can help me multiply my stacks, baby\n  Currency seems small, I need companionship\n\n  Through with that scandalous shit, I bet your man ain't shit\n  So why you hesitatin', actin' like yo' shit don't stink?\n  Check out my diamonds, bitch, everyone gon' blink\n  This be a thug thang, Outlaw nigga with riches\n  Cream dreamin', motherfucker, on a mash for bitches\n  Check my résumé, sippin' on Cristal and Alize\n  Smokin' on big weed, keyed the Cali way\n  Don't like trickin', but I'll buy you a fit\n  I can't stand no sneaker-wearin' nappy head bitch\n  Let my pedigree, read briefly, this O.G\n  Puttin' bitch-made bustas to sleep with no grief\n  Mash on my so-called car, who the man?\n  While I'm tuggin' on your main bitch head\n  Understand this: Ain't no nigga like me, fuck Jay Z!\n  He broke and I smoke daily, baby, let's be\n\n  Let's be friends (where my niggas? Where my niggas at come on)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (all my niggas, where my hoes at?)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes?\n  Let's be friends (Where the bitches at who want niggas with money?)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all (Where you at, baby?)\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (cash makin' hoes)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes? Let's be-\n\n  I met you and I stuttered in passion\n  Though slightly blinded by that ass\n  It was hard to keep my dick in my pants, every time you pass\n  Got me checkin' for you hardcore, starin' and watchin'\n  Me and you, one on one, picture countless options\n  Was if prophecy clear as day, visions on top of me\n  Erotic, psychotic, when possess by bodies\n  Far from a crush, I wanna bust your guts\n  And touch everything inside you from my head to my nuts\n  You got me sweatin' like a fat girl goin' for mine\n  Just a skinny nigga fuckin' like she stole my mind\n  Back in time, I recall how she used to be\n  I guess money and fame made you used to me\n  What's up in '9-6? Find tricks in drag\n  Fuck Dre! Tell that bitch he can kiss my ass!\n  Back to you, my pretty-ass caramel queen\n  Got my hands on your thighs, now let me in-between as friends\n\n  Friends (Westside, motherfucker, right here)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (Westside in this motherfucker)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes?\n  Let's be friends (Westside in this motherfucker right here)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (in this motherfucker right here)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes?\n\n  Can you imagine me in player mode, rush the tricks\n  I got her ready for a booty call, I fucked your bitch\n  Was it me or the fame, my dick or the game\n  Bet I scream 'Westside' when I came\n  Scream my name because, baby, it's delicious\n  Got a weak spot for pretty bitches\n  Up and down, similar to switches\n  My movement, baby, let your back dip into it, make it fluid\n  In and out, all around when a nigga do it\n  You've got me high, let me come inside!\n  I love it when you get on top, baby let me ride!\n  Who wanna stop me? Am I top notch?\n  Fuck player hatin' niggas cuz they cockblock\n  You probably hate to see a real thug with vision, what's the game?\n  Rather see a nigga up in prison, why you change?\n  Made a living out of cuss words, liquor and weed\n  A bad seed turned good in this world of G's\n  Baby's got me fantasizin', seein' you naked\n  It's a fuck song, now check the record\n  Let's be friends! Where my niggas at? Show me where my niggas at?\n  Where my bitches at? Thug style\n\n  Let's be friends (where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?)\n  (Throw yo' guns in the air)\n  Friends\n  (My ghetto love song, it goes on and on and on and on)\n  Let's be friends\n  (Where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?) You ain't gotta front with me\n  (Where my niggas at?)\n  Friends\n  (Where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?) I know what you want\n  (Where my people at? Let's be-)\n\n  Where my people at? Show me where my people at\n  Where my people at? Show me where my people at\n  All my niggas now, just my niggas come\n  Where my niggas at? Just my niggas now\n  Be friends, tell me where my niggas at\n  Be friends, tell me where my bitches at\n  Be friends, tell me where my people at\n  Make money, take money, be friends\n\n  Friends (get your cash on, let's get dough)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (come on, get your cash on)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes? (Uh, let's get paid)\n  Let's be friends (uh, come on, get your cash on)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all (let's get paid)\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (come on, get your cash on!)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes? (let's get paid)\n  Let's be friends\n\n  Make money, take money\n  Make money, take money\n  Make money, take money\n  Make money, take money\n  Make money, take money\n"},{"id":26082624,"name":"Fuck Friendz","trackName":"Fuck Friendz","artistName":"2Pac","albumName":"I'm No Leaker Homie DEAL","duration":300.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Pawhoo hoo hoo hoo\nI don't wanna be your man, bitch\n(Fuck that)\nWhat you crazy\nI don't wanna be your fuckin' man\nYou stupid you fuckin' idiot\n(Drunk ho)\nI wanna be\nYo let me fuck that nigga down\nWhat's that?\nMy ghetto love song hahaha\n(Set it off, set it off)\nLet's be friends\n(Where my niggas at)\n(Where my niggas, where my niggas)\nI know you wanna fuck\n(Where my niggas at?)\n(All my real niggas throw your muthafuckin' hands up)\nLet's be friends\nWhere my niggas, where my niggas\nHahahaha yeeeah\n(Let's go lets go)\nLet's be friends\n(Throw ya hands in the air)\nThere's no need to front\n(Let's see ya just throw ya hands in the air)\nLet's be friends...\n(Westside in this motherfucker right here, Westside)\n(Throw ya hands in the air)\n\nApproach you and post a minute, arm on my double-R tinted\nAs you pass by, winkin' my eye, freshly scented\nWhat's the haps, baby? Come get with me and perhaps, lady\nYou can help me multiply my stacks, baby\nCurrency seems small, I need companionship\n\nThrough with that scandalous shit, I bet your man ain't shit\nSo why you hesitatin', actin' like yo' shit don't stink?\nCheck out my diamonds, bitch, everyone gon' blink\nThis be a thug thang, Outlaw nigga with riches\nCream dreamin', motherfucker, on a mash for bitches\nCheck my résumé, sippin' on Cristal and Alize\nSmokin' on big weed, keyed the Cali way\nDon't like trickin', but I'll buy you a fit\nI can't stand no sneaker-wearin' nappy head bitch\nLet my pedigree, read briefly, this O.G\nPuttin' bitch-made bustas to sleep with no grief\nMash on my so-called car, who the man?\nWhile I'm tuggin' on your main bitch head\nUnderstand this: Ain't no nigga like me, fuck Jay Z!\nHe broke and I smoke daily, baby, let's be\n\nLet's be friends (where my niggas? Where my niggas at come on)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all\nLong as you just bring me your friends (all my niggas, where my hoes at?)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes?\nLet's be friends (Where the bitches at who want niggas with money?)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all (Where you at, baby?)\nLong as you just bring me your friends (cash makin' hoes)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes? Let's be-\n\nI met you and I stuttered in passion\nThough slightly blinded by that ass\nIt was hard to keep my dick in my pants, every time you pass\nGot me checkin' for you hardcore, starin' and watchin'\nMe and you, one on one, picture countless options\nWas if prophecy clear as day, visions on top of me\nErotic, psychotic, when possess by bodies\nFar from a crush, I wanna bust your guts\nAnd touch everything inside you from my head to my nuts\nYou got me sweatin' like a fat girl goin' for mine\nJust a skinny nigga fuckin' like she stole my mind\nBack in time, I recall how she used to be\nI guess money and fame made you used to me\nWhat's up in '9-6? Find tricks in drag\nFuck Dre! Tell that bitch he can kiss my ass!\nBack to you, my pretty-ass caramel queen\nGot my hands on your thighs, now let me in-between as friends\n\nFriends (Westside, motherfucker, right here)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all\nLong as you just bring me your friends (Westside in this motherfucker)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes?\nLet's be friends (Westside in this motherfucker right here)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all\nLong as you just bring me your friends (in this motherfucker right here)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes?\n\nCan you imagine me in player mode, rush the tricks\nI got her ready for a booty call, I fucked your bitch\nWas it me or the fame, my dick or the game\nBet I scream 'Westside' when I came\nScream my name because, baby, it's delicious\nGot a weak spot for pretty bitches\nUp and down, similar to switches\nMy movement, baby, let your back dip into it, make it fluid\nIn and out, all around when a nigga do it\nYou've got me high, let me come inside!\nI love it when you get on top, baby let me ride!\nWho wanna stop me? Am I top notch?\nFuck player hatin' niggas cuz they cockblock\nYou probably hate to see a real thug with vision, what's the game?\nRather see a nigga up in prison, why you change?\nMade a living out of cuss words, liquor and weed\nA bad seed turned good in this world of G's\nBaby's got me fantasizin', seein' you naked\nIt's a fuck song, now check the record\nLet's be friends! Where my niggas at? Show me where my niggas at?\nWhere my bitches at? Thug style\n\nLet's be friends (where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?)\n(Throw yo' guns in the air)\nFriends\n(My ghetto love song, it goes on and on and on and on)\nLet's be friends\n(Where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?) You ain't gotta front with me\n(Where my niggas at?)\nFriends\n(Where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?) I know what you want\n(Where my people at? Let's be-)\n\nWhere my people at? Show me where my people at\nWhere my people at? Show me where my people at\nAll my niggas now, just my niggas come\nWhere my niggas at? Just my niggas now\nBe friends, tell me where my niggas at\nBe friends, tell me where my bitches at\nBe friends, tell me where my people at\nMake money, take money, be friends\n\nFriends (get your cash on, let's get dough)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all\nLong as you just bring me your friends (come on, get your cash on)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes? (Uh, let's get paid)\nLet's be friends (uh, come on, get your cash on)\nYou ain't gotta be my man at all (let's get paid)\nLong as you just bring me your friends (come on, get your cash on!)\nWhy you trickin' on them other hoes? (let's get paid)\nLet's be friends\n\nMake money, take money\nMake money, take money\nMake money, take money\nMake money, take money\nMake money, take money","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Fuck Friendz\n  artist: 2Pac\n  album: I'm No Leaker Homie DEAL\n  duration_ms: 300000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Pawhoo hoo hoo hoo\n  I don't wanna be your man, bitch\n  (Fuck that)\n  What you crazy\n  I don't wanna be your fuckin' man\n  You stupid you fuckin' idiot\n  (Drunk ho)\n  I wanna be\n  Yo let me fuck that nigga down\n  What's that?\n  My ghetto love song hahaha\n  (Set it off, set it off)\n  Let's be friends\n  (Where my niggas at)\n  (Where my niggas, where my niggas)\n  I know you wanna fuck\n  (Where my niggas at?)\n  (All my real niggas throw your muthafuckin' hands up)\n  Let's be friends\n  Where my niggas, where my niggas\n  Hahahaha yeeeah\n  (Let's go lets go)\n  Let's be friends\n  (Throw ya hands in the air)\n  There's no need to front\n  (Let's see ya just throw ya hands in the air)\n  Let's be friends...\n  (Westside in this motherfucker right here, Westside)\n  (Throw ya hands in the air)\n\n  Approach you and post a minute, arm on my double-R tinted\n  As you pass by, winkin' my eye, freshly scented\n  What's the haps, baby? Come get with me and perhaps, lady\n  You can help me multiply my stacks, baby\n  Currency seems small, I need companionship\n\n  Through with that scandalous shit, I bet your man ain't shit\n  So why you hesitatin', actin' like yo' shit don't stink?\n  Check out my diamonds, bitch, everyone gon' blink\n  This be a thug thang, Outlaw nigga with riches\n  Cream dreamin', motherfucker, on a mash for bitches\n  Check my résumé, sippin' on Cristal and Alize\n  Smokin' on big weed, keyed the Cali way\n  Don't like trickin', but I'll buy you a fit\n  I can't stand no sneaker-wearin' nappy head bitch\n  Let my pedigree, read briefly, this O.G\n  Puttin' bitch-made bustas to sleep with no grief\n  Mash on my so-called car, who the man?\n  While I'm tuggin' on your main bitch head\n  Understand this: Ain't no nigga like me, fuck Jay Z!\n  He broke and I smoke daily, baby, let's be\n\n  Let's be friends (where my niggas? Where my niggas at come on)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (all my niggas, where my hoes at?)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes?\n  Let's be friends (Where the bitches at who want niggas with money?)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all (Where you at, baby?)\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (cash makin' hoes)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes? Let's be-\n\n  I met you and I stuttered in passion\n  Though slightly blinded by that ass\n  It was hard to keep my dick in my pants, every time you pass\n  Got me checkin' for you hardcore, starin' and watchin'\n  Me and you, one on one, picture countless options\n  Was if prophecy clear as day, visions on top of me\n  Erotic, psychotic, when possess by bodies\n  Far from a crush, I wanna bust your guts\n  And touch everything inside you from my head to my nuts\n  You got me sweatin' like a fat girl goin' for mine\n  Just a skinny nigga fuckin' like she stole my mind\n  Back in time, I recall how she used to be\n  I guess money and fame made you used to me\n  What's up in '9-6? Find tricks in drag\n  Fuck Dre! Tell that bitch he can kiss my ass!\n  Back to you, my pretty-ass caramel queen\n  Got my hands on your thighs, now let me in-between as friends\n\n  Friends (Westside, motherfucker, right here)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (Westside in this motherfucker)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes?\n  Let's be friends (Westside in this motherfucker right here)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (in this motherfucker right here)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes?\n\n  Can you imagine me in player mode, rush the tricks\n  I got her ready for a booty call, I fucked your bitch\n  Was it me or the fame, my dick or the game\n  Bet I scream 'Westside' when I came\n  Scream my name because, baby, it's delicious\n  Got a weak spot for pretty bitches\n  Up and down, similar to switches\n  My movement, baby, let your back dip into it, make it fluid\n  In and out, all around when a nigga do it\n  You've got me high, let me come inside!\n  I love it when you get on top, baby let me ride!\n  Who wanna stop me? Am I top notch?\n  Fuck player hatin' niggas cuz they cockblock\n  You probably hate to see a real thug with vision, what's the game?\n  Rather see a nigga up in prison, why you change?\n  Made a living out of cuss words, liquor and weed\n  A bad seed turned good in this world of G's\n  Baby's got me fantasizin', seein' you naked\n  It's a fuck song, now check the record\n  Let's be friends! Where my niggas at? Show me where my niggas at?\n  Where my bitches at? Thug style\n\n  Let's be friends (where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?)\n  (Throw yo' guns in the air)\n  Friends\n  (My ghetto love song, it goes on and on and on and on)\n  Let's be friends\n  (Where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?) You ain't gotta front with me\n  (Where my niggas at?)\n  Friends\n  (Where my niggas at? Where my bitches at?) I know what you want\n  (Where my people at? Let's be-)\n\n  Where my people at? Show me where my people at\n  Where my people at? Show me where my people at\n  All my niggas now, just my niggas come\n  Where my niggas at? Just my niggas now\n  Be friends, tell me where my niggas at\n  Be friends, tell me where my bitches at\n  Be friends, tell me where my people at\n  Make money, take money, be friends\n\n  Friends (get your cash on, let's get dough)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (come on, get your cash on)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes? (Uh, let's get paid)\n  Let's be friends (uh, come on, get your cash on)\n  You ain't gotta be my man at all (let's get paid)\n  Long as you just bring me your friends (come on, get your cash on!)\n  Why you trickin' on them other hoes? (let's get paid)\n  Let's be friends\n\n  Make money, take money\n  Make money, take money\n  Make money, take money\n  Make money, take money\n  Make money, take money\n"}]