[Intro]
Hahahahaha...
1996, the dysfunctional member
Of the Alkaholik family, huh

[Verse 1]
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 (Ha)
Then you know your way around, huh
(Rule Number Three)
Yeah, realize it ain't about size
Or havin' gats and guns, because it only takes one (Huh)
Handle your business don't let your business handle you
It's a lot of motherfuckers tryin' to do
What you doin' right here, right now
Same colour, same style (Yeah)
Tryin' to claim worldwide and ain't travelled but one mile
In these shoes, I paid dues with nothin' to lose
Live by the rhyme but I'ma die by the booze (Die by the booze)
Xzibit breakin' down niggas who got somethin' to prove
Here we are face to face (Face!)
Nigga make your move (Yeah)
You're in the wrong place but at the right situation (Yeah)
'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 (Yeah)
You now tuned in to Hennessy and Gin
Ice cold Heinekens and down for whatever skins (Ha, ha, yeah)
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 a overdose (Dose)

[Verse 2]
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 (Ha) (Nah)
I got the right shit for all the wrong reasons
As long as I'm breathin' niggas change like seasons (Niggas change)
Never trust a man who can't look you in your eyes
Only the strong survive, and that's word to the wise (Word to the wise)
Yo, when dead bodies get outlined in chalk
Everybody should walk 'cause real killers don't talk (Hahahaha) (Real)
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, yeah (Like that)
And that's West Coast rhyme without no gimmicks (Haha)
Here come Xzibit to break it down like a chemic (Break it down)
I'm spreadin' like an epidemic
And all good things come to a end, enemies and friends (Ha, enemies and friends)

[Chorus]
I treat my enemies like friends
So I can reach out and touch
Leave 'em in the dust at the very end (Haha)
You now tuned in to Hennessy and Gin (Yeah)
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 a overdose

[Verse 3]
I don't give a fuck about the set you claim
Xzibit easily dispersed like crack cocaine (Cocaine)
See I lent my shotgun to Kurt Cobain
And the motherfucker never brought it back
(Ahh, that's wack!) (Hahaha)
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 (Huh, ha)
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 (Bitch!)
Mr. X to the Z, never play that shit (Never play that shit!)

[Chorus]
Yo, I treat my enemies like friends
So I can reach out and touch
Leave 'em in the dust at the very end (Very end, hahahaha)
You now tuned in to Hennessy and Gin
Ice cold Heinekens and down for whatever skins (Huh, yeah)
Animosity you can reach out and touch (Touch)
Heavy right handed
Teeth grind like a clutch (Haha)
And plus you ain't never had this much
Too many friends too close
You might collapse from a overdose

[Outro]
Yes, 1996, yes
Bringin' it live from the Westside, yeah, hah
This is X to the Z, we see it from here, yeah, hah
These niggas don't know
These niggas ain't ready
Yo, Mr. X to the Z from the Likwit Crew
Now broadcastin' live from the model, hahahah...
Yeah