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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 about the game now? (What you think it now?)
How you feel like my now (How you feel 'bout me now?)
How you feel 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 feel like my now (How you feel about me now?)
How you like my name now (I told you I wanted somethin')

Dirty Bastard]
Yeah, bite that point, the habit
No hope to find, you're misbehavin'
Link your crupid, fuck brewin'
Flash the on your crewin'
'cause the monks, skippin' from the 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 a punch or get hit by a car
Could go to the nearest or star
As a matter of fact it's I won't talk about
Pop a word out of just to be in the house

[Chorus:
So out about my big spendish
I got a 20, 6 O'Clock extra
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 holdin' it down for they vets

I'm C-Murder, murder mass ten, I'm the Dirty Bastard
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, look in the mirror, let me
Don't worry about how it looks, put some on my books
God can judge me now
That's I heard the click click, I was Christened
I ain't with are you wid that
Let them whistles out them
Let loose on them troops and then '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 like take this to the of him
Under there, got the smell, you do the hoe you
Fuck it there, let me get a swig of that Thunder
OK, it's cute, squashed
Now, no though mane, have a back wash
Yeah you trippin', "no I ain't", you is
That boy spittin', his name? 40, quarter, biatch

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

[Outro:
And you have it
E-40 the
The ballatician from the Soyo block
Turf hall, through it all
Hard we have it all (hard 'til we have it all)
Ay look it's and Ol'Dirty Bastard
If you don't stay your ass out of
up boy? ODB
We got the same birthday
Novermber the 12th to be exact
What the you drinkin'? Fortay
Get 'em off motherfucker..