[Intro: C-Murder]

Tytanic, let's wake 'em up, ya heard?

Yeah, it's real out here

Killa block notch, wit' the ODB

NYC, CP-3, nigga, what?

Let me ask you a question

What do you think about the game now? (What you think about it now?)

How you feel like my name now (How you feel 'bout me now?)

How you feel like C now?

What do you think about the ODB now? (What?)

What do you think about the game now? (What you think about it now?)

How you feel like my name now (How you feel about me now?)

How you feel like my name now (I told you I wanted somethin')



[Ol' Dirty Bastard]

Yeah, bite that point, the habit apprievin'

No hope to find, that you're misbehavin'

Link your crupid, fuck your brewin'

Flash the burgers on your crewin'

Cuz the monks, skippin' from the other MC's

I got the amazing ability

I get on the mic so you can have a ball

I could fly through the air and stick to the wall

I could take a punch or get hit by a car

Could go to the nearest or farthest star

As a matter of fact it's what I won't talk about

Pop a word out of trace just to be in the house



[Chorus: E-40]

So pimped out about my big spendish

I got a 20, 6 O'Clock extra chrystall

Anybody dat wanna pop off at the lip

Anybody that wanna give me banana split

It's only E-40, Murder in this bitch

All the money motivated me to biatch

Three soldiers from the East, South and West

Street soldiers holdin' it down for they vets



[C-Murder]

I'm C-Murder, murder mass ten, I'm wit' the Dirty Bastard

And my flows comin' faster than a jet to Alaska

I ask ya how you feelin' my collabo'

The CP3, the ODB from NYC the ghetto B

Light it up, let it cook, look in the mirror, let me crush

Don't worry about how it looks, put some momey on my books

Only God can judge me now

That's when I heard the click click, I was Christened

I ain't with them are you wid that

Let them whistles out them pistols

Let loose on them troops and then shake 'em like Cherok smoke

I slam dunk 'em like Shaq

I wanna be free, I'm not guilty, do you feel me?



[Chorus]



[E-40]

Hey sluggin', wanna hit this rock dowm (rock down)

I only got one world, mane, I feel like take this to the thick of him

Under there, got the smell, you do the hoe you hear

Fuck it there, let me get a swig of that Thunder Bird

OK, it's cute, it's squashed

Now, no though mane, lets have a back wash

Yeah you trippin', "no I ain't", yeah you is

That boy spittin', what's his name? 40, quarter, biatch



[Ol' Dirty Bastard]

I stage a place, place stage a me

I'm a vision of truth, just a true MC

Love hiphop so much, mic won't untouched

Thugs grow unbust, bitch won't get fucked

Every 40 ounce cracked, every napsack packed

Ol' Dirty kickin' your ass, the record gets scrapped

Oh, the record gets scrapped, the record gets scrapped



[Chorus]



[Outro: E-40]

And there you have it

E-40 the bonzerelli

The ballatician from the Soyo block soil

Turf hall, been through it all

Hard 'til we have it all (hard 'til we have it all)

Ay look it's C-Murder and Ol'Dirty Bastard

If you don't stay your ass out of trouble

What's up boy? ODB

We got the same motherfuckin' birthday

Novermber the 12th to be exact motherfuckers

What the fuck you drinkin'? Fortay

Get 'em off this motherfucker..