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

[Ol' Dirty
Yeah, bite that point, the apprievin'
No to find, that you're misbehavin'
Link your crupid, fuck brewin'
Flash the burgers on your
the monks, skippin' from the other MC's
I got the ability
I get on the mic so you can a ball
I could fly through the air and stick to the
I take a punch or get hit by a car
Could go to the or farthest star
As a matter of it's what I won't talk about
Pop a word out of trace to be in the house

[Chorus:
So pimped out about my big
I got a 20, 6 O'Clock chrystall
Anybody dat pop off at the lip
that wanna give me banana split
It's E-40, Murder in this bitch
All the motivated me to biatch
soldiers from the East, South and West
Street holdin' it down for they 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 my collabo'
The CP3, the ODB from NYC the B
Light it up, let it cook, in the mirror, let me crush
Don't worry about how it looks, put momey on my books
Only God can me now
That's I heard the click click, I was Christened
I ain't with them are you wid
Let them out them pistols
Let loose on troops and then shake 'em like Cherok smoke
I slam 'em like Shaq
I wanna be free, I'm not guilty, do you me?

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

[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 unbust, bitch won't get fucked
Every 40 ounce cracked, every packed
Ol' Dirty your ass, the record gets scrapped
Oh, the record scrapped, the record gets scrapped

[Outro:
And there you it
E-40 the
The ballatician the Soyo block soil
Turf hall, been it all
Hard 'til we it all (hard 'til we have it all)
Ay look it's C-Murder and Bastard
If you don't stay ass out of trouble
What's up ODB
We got the motherfuckin' birthday
the 12th to be exact motherfuckers
What the you drinkin'? Fortay
Get 'em off motherfucker..