Enemies & Friends

Huh huh huh huh huh, 1996

The dysfunctional member of the Alkaholik family

Huh, (yo) rule number one

Always be aware of your surroundings and peep all exits

Then move to the next shit (Rule number two)

Love no one that don't love you

And if the shit come down, do you know

Your way around? (Rule number three)

Yeah, realize it ain't about size or having gats and guns

Because it only takes one (Four)

Handle your business, don't let your business handle you

It's a lot of motherfuckers trying to do

What you doing right here, right now, same color, same style

Trying to claim worldwide and ain't traveled but one mile

In these shoes, I paid dues with nothing to lose

Lived by the rhyme, but I'ma die by the booze

Xzibit breaking **** down who got something to prove

Here we are, face to face, ****, make your move

You in the wrong place, but at the right situation

'Cause I was waiting, hotter than Satan, never perpetrating

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

And in my city you can reach out and touch

Heavy right hand, your 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 knowing 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 chasing after dreams

I got the right shit for all the wrong reasons

As long as I'm breathing, **** 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

Giving ligament pain to have you walking with a cane

Wanting money and fame, you got your fucking self to blame

Yeah, and that's West Coast grind without no gimmicks

Here come Xzibit to break it down like a chemist

I spray like an epidemic and all good things come to an end

Enemies and friends

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

And in my city you can reach out and touch

Heavy right hand, your 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 don't give a fuck about the set you claim

Xzibit easily dispersed like crack cocaine

See, I let my shotgun do Kurt Cobain

And the motherfucker never brought it back (Ah, that's wack)

As a matter of fact, this one **** tried to jack

My squad, had his ass on the run like track

Never knowing who to trust in this shit called rap

Here to let you know my sound surrounds like that

Never half step or play the role like DeNiro

Y'all **** wasn't down when we had less than zero

Fuck trying to be a hero, trying to save some bitch

Mr. X-to-the-Z, never play that shit

Yo, 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

And in my city you can reach out and touch

Heavy right hand, your 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

Yes, 1996, yes

Bringing it live from the Westside

Yeah, it's X-to-the-Z

We're still here, huh

These **** don't know

These **** ain't ready

Yo, Mr. X-to-the-Z from the Likwit Crew

Now broadcasting live from the bottom

Haha, yeah