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[Intro:
Tytanic, wake 'em up, ya heard?
Yeah, real out here
block notch, wit' the ODB
NYC, CP-3, nigga,
Let me ask you a
What do you think the game now? (What you think about it now?)
How you feel my name now (How you feel 'bout me now?)
How you like C now?
What do you about the ODB now? (What?)
What do you think about the game now? (What you about it now?)
How you feel like my name now (How you feel me now?)
How you feel like my name now (I you I wanted somethin')

[Ol' Dirty
Yeah, bite that point, the apprievin'
No hope to find, you're misbehavin'
Link your crupid, fuck your
Flash the burgers on crewin'
'cause the monks, skippin' from the MC's
I got the amazing
I get on the mic so you can a ball
I could fly through the air and to the wall
I take a punch or get hit by a car
go to the nearest or farthest star
As a matter of fact it's what I talk about
Pop a word out of just to be in the house

[Chorus:
So pimped out about my big
I got a 20, 6 extra chrystall
dat wanna pop off at the lip
Anybody that wanna me banana split
It's E-40, Murder in this bitch
All the motivated me to biatch
Three soldiers from the East, and West
Street soldiers holdin' it down for vets

I'm C-Murder, murder mass ten, I'm wit' the Dirty
And my flows faster than a jet to Alaska
I ask ya how you feelin' my
The CP3, the ODB from NYC the B
it up, let it cook, look in the mirror, let me crush
Don't worry about how it looks, put some on my books
God can judge me now
That's when I heard the click click, I was
I ain't with are you wid that
Let them whistles out them
Let loose on them troops and then shake 'em like Cherok
I slam 'em like Shaq
I wanna be free, I'm not guilty, do you me?

Hey sluggin', wanna hit this dowm (rock down)
I only got one world, mane, I feel take this to the thick of him
Under there, got the smell, you do the hoe you
Fuck it there, let me get a swig of that Bird
OK, cute, it's squashed
Now, no mane, lets have a back wash
you trippin', "no I ain't", yeah you is
That boy spittin', what's his name? 40, quarter,

[Ol' Dirty
I stage a place, place a me
I'm a vision of truth, a true MC
Love so much, mic won't untouched
Thugs grow unbust, bitch won't get
Every 40 ounce cracked, napsack packed
Ol' Dirty your ass, the record gets scrapped
Oh, the gets scrapped, the record gets scrapped

[Outro:
And you have it
the bonzerelli
The ballatician from the Soyo soil
Turf hall, been it all
'til we have it all (hard 'til we have it all)
Ay look it's C-Murder and Ol'Dirty
If you don't your ass out of trouble
What's up ODB
We got the same motherfuckin'
Novermber the to be exact motherfuckers
What the fuck you drinkin'?
Get 'em off motherfucker..