Enemies & Friends

Lyrics

[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