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Intro: Xzibit, [J-Ro]1996, dysfunctional memberOf the Alkaholik family, yoRule Number OneAlways be aware of your surroundingsAnd peep all exitsStay and move to the next shitRule Number TwoLove no one that don't love youAnd if the shit come downThen you know your way aroundRule Number ThreeRealize it ain't about sizeOr havin' gats and gunsBecause it only takes oneHandle your businessDon't let your business handle youIt's a lot of motherfuckers tryin' to doWhat you're doin' right here, right nowSame color, same styleTryin' to claim worldwideAnd ain't traveled but one mileIn these shoes, I paid duesWith nothin' to loseLive by the rhymeBut I'ma die by the boozeXzibit breakin' down niggasWho got somethin' to proveHere we are face to faceNigga make your moveYou're in the wrong placeBut at the right situationCause i was waitinHotter than Satan, never perpetratinChorus:I treat my enemies like friendsSo I can reach out and touchLeave'em in the dust at the very endYou now tuned in to Hennessy and GinIce cold Heinekens and down for whatever skinsAnimosity you can reach out and touchHeavy right handedTeeth grind like a clutchAnd plus you ain't never had this muchToo many friends too closeYou might collapse from an overdoseI was raised to never follow after no manTo be my own manSo I can die by my own handAnd never knowin' what the next day can bringSo I gotta make the endsJustify the meansYo, I'm on the scene, here to do my own thingCan't never spend a lifetimeChasin' after dreamsI got the right shitFor all the wrong reasonsAs long as I breathin'Niggas change like seasonsNever trust a manWho can't look you in your eyesOnly the strong surviveAnd that's word to the wiseYo, when dead bodies get outlined in chalkEverybody should walkCause real killers don't talkI ain't really concernedHow many bridges you burnedI extinguish your flameAnd take aim at your brainGivin' ligament painTo have you walkin' with a caneWantin' money and fameYou got your fuckin' self to blameAnd that's West Coast rhymeWithout no gimmicksHere come Xzibit to break it downLike a chemicI'm spreadin' like an epidemicAnd all good things come to an endEnemies & FriendsChorusI don't give a fuckAbout the set you claimXzibit easily dispersed like crack cocaineSee I lent my shotgun to Kurt CobainAnd the motherfucker never brought it backAhh, that's wackAs a matter of factThis one nigga tried to jackMy squad had his assOn the run like trackNever knowin' who to trustIn this shit called rapHere to let you knowMy sound surrounds like datNever half stepOr play the role like DeNiroY'all niggas wasn't downWhen we had less than zeroFuck tryin' to be a heroTryin' to save some bitchMr. X to the ZNever play that shitChorusYes, 1996, yesBringin' it live from the WestsideThis is X to the ZThese niggas don't knowThese niggas ain't readyYo, Mr. X to the ZFrom the Likwit Crewmore