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

[Ol' Bastard]
Yeah, that point, the habit apprievin'
No to find, that you're misbehavin'
Link crupid, fuck your brewin'
Flash the burgers on your
'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
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

E-40]
So pimped out about my big
I got a 20, 6 O'Clock chrystall
Anybody dat pop off at the lip
Anybody wanna give me banana split
only E-40, Murder in this bitch
All the money me to biatch
Three soldiers from the East, and West
soldiers holdin' it down for they vets

I'm C-Murder, mass ten, I'm wit' the Dirty Bastard
And my flows comin' faster than a jet to
I ask ya how you my collabo'
The CP3, the ODB NYC the ghetto 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
Only God can me now
That's when I heard the click, I was Christened
I ain't with are you wid that
Let them out them pistols
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', wanna hit rock dowm (rock down)
I only got one world, mane, I feel like take this to the of him
there, got the smell, you do the hoe you hear
Fuck it there, let me get a swig of Thunder Bird
OK, it's cute, it's
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' Bastard]
I a place, place stage a me
I'm a of truth, just a true MC
hiphop so much, mic won't untouched
Thugs unbust, bitch won't get fucked
Every 40 cracked, every napsack packed
Ol' Dirty kickin' your ass, the record scrapped
Oh, the record scrapped, the record gets scrapped

[Outro:
And there you it
E-40 the
The ballatician from the block soil
Turf hall, through it all
Hard 'til we it all (hard 'til we have it all)
Ay look it's and Ol'Dirty Bastard
If you stay your ass out of trouble
What's up ODB
We got the same birthday
Novermber the to be exact motherfuckers
What the fuck you drinkin'?
Get 'em off motherfucker..