Enemies & Friends

Intro: Xzibit, [J-Ro]

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