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1996, dysfunctional member |
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Of the Alkaholik family, yo |
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Rule Number |
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OneAlways 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 |
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TwoLove 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 |
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ThreeRealize 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, |
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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 |
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Satan, never perpetratin |
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Chorus: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 |
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Hennessy and |
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GinIce cold |
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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 |
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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 |
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West Coast rhyme |
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Without no gimmicks |
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Here come |
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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 & |
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FriendsChorus |
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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 |
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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 |
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DeNiroY'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 |
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ZNever play that shit |
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ChorusYes, 1996, yes |
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Bringin' it live from the |
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WestsideThis is |
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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 |
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ZFrom the |
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Likwit Crew |
