1996, dysfunctional member
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Of the Alkaholik family, yo
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Rule Number One
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Always be aware of your surroundings
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And peep all exits
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Stay and move to the next shit
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Rule Number Two
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Love no one that don't love you
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And if the shit come down
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Then you know your way around
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Rule Number Three
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Realize it ain't about size
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Or havin' gats and guns
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Because it only takes one
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Handle your business
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Don't let your business handle you
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It's a lot of motherfuckers tryin' to do
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What you're doin' right here, right now
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Same color, same style
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Tryin' to claim worldwide
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And ain't traveled but one mile
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In these shoes, I paid dues
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With nothin' to lose
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Live by the rhyme
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But I'ma die by the booze
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Xzibit breakin' down niggas
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Who got somethin' to prove
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Here we are face to face
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Nigga make your move
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You're in the wrong place
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But at the right situation
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Cause i was waitin
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Hotter than Satan, never perpetratin
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[Chorus:]
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I treat my enemies like friends
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So I can reach out and touch
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Leave'em in the dust at the very end
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You now tuned in to Hennessy and Gin
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Ice cold Heinekens and down for whatever skins
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Animosity you can reach out and touch
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Heavy right handed
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Teeth grind like a clutch
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And plus you ain't never had this much
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Too many friends too close
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You might collapse from an overdose
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I was raised to never follow after no man
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To be my own man
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So I can die by my own hand
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And never knowin' what the next day can bring
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So I gotta make the ends
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Justify the means
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Yo, I'm on the scene, here to do my own thing
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Can't never spend a lifetime
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Chasin' after dreams
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I got the right shit
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For all the wrong reasons
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As long as I breathin'
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Niggas change like seasons
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Never trust a man
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Who can't look you in your eyes
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Only the strong survive
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And that's word to the wise
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Yo, when dead bodies get outlined in chalk
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Everybody should walk
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Cause real killers don't talk
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I ain't really concerned
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How many bridges you burned
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I extinguish your flame
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And take aim at your brain
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Givin' ligament pain
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To have you walkin' with a cane
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Wantin' money and fame
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You got your fuckin' self to blame
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And that's West Coast rhyme
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Without no gimmicks
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Here come Xzibit to break it down
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Like a chemic
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I'm spreadin' like an epidemic
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And all good things come to an end
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Enemies & Friends
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[Chorus]
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I don't give a fuck
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About the set you claim
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Xzibit easily dispersed like crack cocaine
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See I lent my shotgun to Kurt Cobain
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And the motherfucker never brought it back
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Ahh, that's wack
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As a matter of fact
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This one nigga tried to jack
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My squad had his ass
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On the run like track
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Never knowin' who to trust
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In this shit called rap
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Here to let you know
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My sound surrounds like dat
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Never half step
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Or play the role like DeNiro
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Y'all niggas wasn't down
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When we had less than zero
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Fuck tryin' to be a hero
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Tryin' to save some bitch
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Mr. X to the Z
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Never play that shit
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[Chorus]
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Yes, 1996, yes
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Bringin' it live from the Westside
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This is X to the Z
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These niggas don't know
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These niggas ain't ready
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Yo, Mr. X to the Z
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From the Likwit Crew
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Enemies & Friends
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Xzibit |