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[Intro:
Tytanic, let's '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 about the game now? (What you think about it now?)
How you feel like my name now (How you feel me now?)
How you feel like C
do you think about the ODB now? (What?)
What do you think about the game now? (What you think it now?)
How you like my name now (How you feel about me now?)
How you like my name now (I told 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
the monks, skippin' from the other MC's
I got the amazing
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 or farthest star
As a matter of fact it's what I talk about
Pop a word out of trace to be in the house

[Chorus:
So out about my big spendish
I got a 20, 6 O'Clock chrystall
Anybody dat pop off at the lip
Anybody that wanna me banana split
It's only E-40, in this bitch
All the money motivated me to
Three soldiers from the East, South and
Street soldiers holdin' it 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
Light it up, let it cook, look in the mirror, let me
Don't worry about how it looks, put momey on my books
God can judge me now
That's when I heard the click, I was Christened
I ain't with them are you wid
Let them whistles out pistols
Let loose on them troops and shake 'em like Cherok smoke
I dunk '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 like take this to the thick of him
there, got the smell, you do the hoe you hear
Fuck it there, let me get a of that Thunder Bird
OK, it's cute, squashed
Now, no though mane, lets have a wash
Yeah you trippin', "no I ain't", you is
That boy spittin', what's his name? 40, quarter,

[Ol' Bastard]
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 won't get
Every 40 ounce cracked, napsack packed
Ol' Dirty kickin' your ass, the gets 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 have it all (hard 'til we it all)
Ay look it's C-Murder and Bastard
If you don't stay ass out of trouble
up boy? ODB
We got the same motherfuckin'
Novermber the 12th to be exact
What the you drinkin'? Fortay
Get 'em off motherfucker..