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 donand't love you
and if the shit come down
then you know your way around
rule number three
realize it ainand't about size
or havinand' gats and guns
because it only takes one
handle your business
donand't let your business handle you
itand's a lot of motherfuckers tryinand' to do
what youand're doinand' right here, right now
same color, same style
tryinand' to claim worldwide
and ainand't traveled but one mile
in these shoes, i paid dues
with nothinand' to lose
live by the rhyme
but iand'ma die by the booze
xzibit breakinand' down niggas
who got somethinand' to prove
here we are face to face
nigga make your move
youand'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
leaveand'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 ainand'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 knowinand' what the next day can bring
so i gotta make the ends
justify the means
yo, iand'm on the scene, here to do my own thing
canand't never spend a lifetime
chasinand' after dreams
i got the right shit
for all the wrong reasons
as long as i breathinand'
niggas change like seasons
never trust a man
who canand't look you in your eyes
only the strong survive
and thatand's word to the wise
yo, when dead bodies get outlined in chalk
everybody should walk
cause real killers donand't talk
i ainand't really concerned
how many bridges you burned
i extinguish your flame
and take aim at your brain
givinand' ligament pain
to have you walkinand' with a cane
wantinand' money and fame
you got your fuckinand' self to blame
and thatand's west coast rhyme
without no gimmicks
here come xzibit to break it down
like a chemic
iand'm spreadinand' like an epidemic
and all good things come to an end
enemies and friends
Chorus
I donand'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, thatand's wack
as a matter of fact
this one nigga tried to jack
my squad had his ass
on the run like track
never knowinand' 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
yand'all niggas wasnand't down
when we had less than zero
fuck tryinand' to be a hero
tryinand' to save some bitch
mr. x to the z
never play that shit
Chorus
Yes, 1996, yes
bringinand' it live from the westside
this is x to the z
these niggas donand't know
these niggas ainand't ready
yo, mr. x to the z
from the likwit crew
