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