Xzibit - Enemies Friends Lyrics
1996, dysfunctional memberOf the alkaholik family, yoRule number oneAlways be aware of your surroundingsAnd peep all exitsStay and move to the next shitRule number twoLove no one that dont love youAnd if the shit come downThen you know your way aroundRule number threeRealize it aint about sizeOr havin gats and gunsBecause it only takes oneHandle your businessDont let your business handle youIts a lot of mother*****ers tryin to doWhat youre doin right here, right nowSame color, same styleTryin to claim worldwideAnd aint traveled but one mileIn these shoes, I paid duesWith nothin to loseLive by the rhymeBut ima die by the boozeXzibit breakin down niggasWho got somethin to proveHere we are face to faceNigga make your moveYoure in the wrong placeBut at the right situationCause I was waitinHotter than satan, never perpetratinChorus:I treat my enemies like friendsSo I can reach out and touchLeaveem in the dust at the very endYou now tuned in to hennessy and ginIce cold heinekens and down for whatever skinsAnimosity you can reach out and touchHeavy right handedTeeth grind like a clutchAnd plus you aint never had this muchToo many friends too closeYou might collapse from an overdoseI was raised to never follow after no manTo be my own manSo I can die by my own handAnd never knowin what the next day can bringSo I gotta make the endsJustify the meansYo, Im on the scene, here to do my own thingCant never spend a lifetimeChasin after dreamsI got the right shitFor all the wrong reasonsAs long as I breathinNiggas change like seasonsNever trust a manWho cant look you in your eyesOnly the strong surviveAnd thats word to the wiseYo, when dead bodies get outlined in chalkEverybody should walkCause real killers dont talkI aint really concernedHow many bridges you burnedI extinguish your flameAnd take aim at your brainGivin ligament painTo have you walkin with a caneWantin money and fameYou got your *****in self to blameAnd thats west coast rhymeWithout no gimmicksHere come xzibit to break it downLike a chemicIm spreadin like an epidemicAnd all good things come to an endEnemies & friendsChorusI dont give a *****About the set you claimXzibit easily dispersed like crack cocaineSee I lent my shotgun to kurt cobainAnd the mother*****er never brought it backAhh, thats wackAs a matter of factThis one nigga tried to jackMy squad had his assOn the run like trackNever knowin who to trustIn this shit called rapHere to let you knowMy sound surrounds like datNever half stepOr play the role like deniroYall niggas wasnt downWhen we had less than zero***** tryin to be a heroTryin to save some *****Mr. x to the zNever play that shitChorusYes, 1996, yesBringin it live from the westsideThis is x to the zThese niggas dont knowThese niggas aint readyYo, mr. x to the zFrom the likwit crew
