1996, dysfunctional member Of the Alkaholik family, yo
Rule Number One Always be aware of your surroundings And peep all exits Stay and move to the next shit Rule Number Two Love no one that don′t love you And if the shit come down Then you know your way around Rule Number Three Realize it ain′t about size Or havin′ gats and guns Because it only takes one Handle your business Don′t let your business handle you It′s a lot of motherfuckers tryin′ to do What you′re doin′ right here, right now Same color, same style Tryin′ to claim worldwide And ain′t traveled but one mile In these shoes, I paid dues With nothin′ to lose Live by the rhyme But I′ma die by the booze Xzibit breakin′ down niggas Who got somethin′ to prove Here we are face to face Nigga make your move You′re in the wrong place But at the right situation Cause i was waitin Hotter than Satan, never perpetratin
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I treat my enemies like friends So I can reach out and touch Leave′em in the dust at the very end You now tuned in to Hennessy and Gin Ice cold Heinekens and down for whatever skins Animosity you can reach out and touch Heavy right handed Teeth grind like a clutch And plus you ain′t never had this much Too many friends too close You might collapse from an overdose
I was raised to never follow after no man To be my own man So I can die by my own hand And never knowin′ what the next day can bring So I gotta make the ends Justify the means Yo, I′m on the scene, here to do my own thing Can′t never spend a lifetime Chasin′ after dreams I got the right shit For all the wrong reasons As long as I breathin′ Niggas change like seasons Never trust a man Who can′t look you in your eyes Only the strong survive And that′s word to the wise Yo, when dead bodies get outlined in chalk Everybody should walk Cause real killers don′t talk I ain′t really concerned How many bridges you burned I extinguish your flame And take aim at your brain Givin′ ligament pain To have you walkin′ with a cane Wantin′ money and fame You got your fuckin′ self to blame And that′s West Coast rhyme Without no gimmicks Here come Xzibit to break it down Like a chemic I′m spreadin′ like an epidemic And all good things come to an end Enemies & Friends
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I don′t give a fuck About the set you claim Xzibit easily dispersed like crack cocaine See I lent my shotgun to Kurt Cobain And the motherfucker never brought it back Ahh, that′s wack As a matter of fact This one nigga tried to jack My squad had his ass On the run like track Never knowin′ who to trust In this shit called rap Here to let you know My sound surrounds like dat Never half step Or play the role like DeNiro Y′all niggas wasn′t down When we had less than zero Fuck tryin′ to be a hero Tryin′ to save some bitch Mr. X to the Z Never play that shit
Chorus
Yes, 1996, yes Bringin′ it live from the Westside This is X to the Z These niggas don′t know These niggas ain′t ready Yo, Mr. X to the Z From the Likwit Crew
Yeah!!! AO AO [Chorus: repeat 2X] Sometimes I′m my own worst ENEMY With friends like y′all, the fuck needs ENEMIES? I beat, I stab, I kill my ENEMIES Refuse to let you waste my ENERGY
[Xzibit] I heard they callin me a immigrant; well this motherfuckin immigrant came to yo′ city and started runnin shit X is like the government, taxin that ass Been harassed to the point that I′m ready to blast And spend the rest of my life behind metal and glass Never seen a nigga move so fast, cut you in half Sick of all these threats, these bitches with no action Hog-tie, watch you die and start laughin And no longer will I sit back and let you disrespect the fact that we elevated West coast rap And bring shit back to the point "X" is all that they checkin for In the clubs, the streets, the shows and the record stores What more can you ask for, eat your heart out Fall out with bitch niggaz constantly callin my name out I′m really not givin a fuck, you′re pressin your luck I′m a walkin warhead ready to self-destruct, so WHAT?!
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[Xzibit] My name feel like a slap in the face My name feel like a gat in yo′ waist My name is all over the place Erasin all misconceptions I live my whole life with aggression bitch; and I′m not stressin Your words ain′t workin I feel so much pressure Padlock, chain around, neck no lesser Sick of niggaz runnin they mouth It don′t take much to get knocked out, round these parts when I start Shit full clips get emptied, revenge WE move like the Secret Service, I ain′t nervous I just wanna tell the truth.. the whole truth When I′m on the stand explainin how I had to shoot Absolute domination, extreme mutilation No hesitation, I′m a movin violation So don′t get hit in the street Used to have friends and family, now I got nothin but beef WHAT THE FUCK?!?!
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[Xzibit] So-and-so hate me, blah-blah gon′ get me If I gotta go, y′all niggaz comin wit me I′ma walk like a soldier, talk like a soldier Cinderblock stock, shootin straight from the shoulder Just too much shit in the air Burn bridges you could never repair I slap box with a bear I can speak from experience, you speak from ignorance I remove you, have your whole family feelin it Y′all hate the fact that X-Man got hustle "Man vs Machine," mind vs. muscle I drop concoctions, you leave me no options Have your bitch screamin out, "SOMEBODY STOP HIM!!" No more Mr. Nice Guy, I′m a tyrant L.A.′s finest, Open Bar behind us Don′t look hard, it ain′t too hard to find us From here to infinity, FUCK MY ENEMIES!
1996, dysfunctional member Of the Alkaholik family, yo
Rule Number One Always be aware of your surroundings And peep all exits Stay and move to the next shit Rule Number Two Love no one that don′t love you And if the shit come down Then you know your way around Rule Number Three Realize it ain′t about size Or havin′ gats and guns Because it only takes one Handle your business Don′t let your business handle you It′s a lot of motherfuckers tryin′ to do What you′re doin′ right here, right now Same color, same style Tryin′ to claim worldwide And ain′t traveled but one mile In these shoes, I paid dues With nothin′ to lose Live by the rhyme But I′ma die by the booze Xzibit breakin′ down niggas Who got somethin′ to prove Here we are face to face Nigga make your move You′re in the wrong place But at the right situation Cause i was waitin Hotter than Satan, never perpetratin
Chorus:
I treat my enemies like friends So I can reach out and touch Leave′em in the dust at the very end You now tuned in to Hennessy and Gin Ice cold Heinekens and down for whatever skins Animosity you can reach out and touch Heavy right handed Teeth grind like a clutch And plus you ain′t never had this much Too many friends too close You might collapse from an overdose
I was raised to never follow after no man To be my own man So I can die by my own hand And never knowin′ what the next day can bring So I gotta make the ends Justify the means Yo, I′m on the scene, here to do my own thing Can′t never spend a lifetime Chasin′ after dreams I got the right shit For all the wrong reasons As long as I breathin′ Niggas change like seasons Never trust a man Who can′t look you in your eyes Only the strong survive And that′s word to the wise Yo, when dead bodies get outlined in chalk Everybody should walk Cause real killers don′t talk I ain′t really concerned How many bridges you burned I extinguish your flame And take aim at your brain Givin′ ligament pain To have you walkin′ with a cane Wantin′ money and fame You got your fuckin′ self to blame And that′s West Coast rhyme Without no gimmicks Here come Xzibit to break it down Like a chemic I′m spreadin′ like an epidemic And all good things come to an end Enemies & Friends
Chorus
I don′t give a fuck About the set you claim Xzibit easily dispersed like crack cocaine See I lent my shotgun to Kurt Cobain And the motherfucker never brought it back Ahh, that′s wack As a matter of fact This one nigga tried to jack My squad had his ass On the run like track Never knowin′ who to trust In this shit called rap Here to let you know My sound surrounds like dat Never half step Or play the role like DeNiro Y′all niggas wasn′t down When we had less than zero Fuck tryin′ to be a hero Tryin′ to save some bitch Mr. X to the Z Never play that shit
Chorus
Yes, 1996, yes Bringin′ it live from the Westside This is X to the Z These niggas don′t know These niggas ain′t ready Yo, Mr. X to the Z From the Likwit Crew