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

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

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

I'm C-Murder, murder mass ten, I'm wit' the Bastard
And my flows faster than a jet to Alaska
I ask ya how you feelin' my
The CP3, the ODB NYC the ghetto B
Light it up, let it cook, look in the mirror, let me
Don't about how it looks, put some momey on my books
Only God can me now
when I heard the click click, I was Christened
I with them are you wid that
Let them whistles out them
Let loose on them and then shake 'em like Cherok smoke
I dunk 'em like Shaq
I be free, I'm not guilty, do you feel me?

Hey sluggin', hit this rock dowm (rock down)
I only got one world, mane, I feel take this 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 Thunder
OK, it's cute, it's
Now, no though mane, have a back wash
you trippin', "no I ain't", yeah you is
That boy spittin', what's his 40, quarter, biatch

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

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