*featuring C-Murder, E-40
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[Intro: C-Murder]
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Tytanic, let's wake 'em up, ya heard?
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Yeah, it's real out here
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Killa block notch, wit' the ODB
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NYC, CP-3, nigga, what?
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Let me ask you a question
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What do you think about the game now? (What you think about it now?)
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How you feel like my name now (How you feel 'bout me now?)
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How you feel like C now?
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What do you think about the ODB now? (What?)
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What do you think about the game now? (What you think about it now?)
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How you feel like my name now (How you feel about me now?)
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How you feel like my name now (I told you I wanted somethin')
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[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
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Yeah, bite that point, the habit apprievin'
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No hope to find, that you're misbehavin'
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Link your crupid, fuck your brewin'
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Flash the burgers on your crewin'
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Cuz the monks, skippin' from the other MC's
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I got the amazing ability
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I get on the mic so you can have a ball
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I could fly through the air and stick to the wall
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I could take a punch or get hit by a car
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Could go to the nearest or farthest star
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As a matter of fact it's what I won't talk about
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Pop a word out of trace just to be in the house
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[Chorus: E-40]
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So pimped out about my big spendish
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I got a 20, 6 O'Clock extra chrystall
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Anybody dat wanna pop off at the lip
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Anybody that wanna give me banana split
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It's only E-40, Murder in this bitch
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All the money motivated me to biatch
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Three soldiers from the East, South and West
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Street soldiers holdin' it down for they vets
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[C-Murder]
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I'm C-Murder, murder mass ten, I'm wit' the Dirty Bastard
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And my flows comin' faster than a jet to Alaska
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I ask ya how you feelin' my collabo'
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The CP3, the ODB from NYC the ghetto B
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Light it up, let it cook, look in the mirror, let me crush
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Don't worry about how it looks, put some momey on my books
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Only God can judge me now
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That's when I heard the click click, I was Christened
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I ain't with them are you wid that
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Let them whistles out them pistols
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Let loose on them troops and then shake 'em like Cherok smoke
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I slam dunk 'em like Shaq
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I wanna be free, I'm not guilty, do you feel me?
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[Chorus]
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[E-40]
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Hey sluggin', wanna hit this rock dowm (rock down)
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I only got one world, mane, I feel like take this to the thick of him
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Under there, got the smell, you do the hoe you hear
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Fuck it there, let me get a swig of that Thunder Bird
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OK, it's cute, it's squashed
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Now, no though mane, lets have a back wash
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Yeah you trippin', "no I ain't", yeah you is
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That boy spittin', what's his name? 40, quarter, biatch
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[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
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I stage a place, place stage a me
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I'm a vision of truth, just a true MC
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Love hiphop so much, mic won't untouched
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Thugs grow unbust, bitch won't get fucked
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Every 40 ounce cracked, every napsack packed
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Ol' Dirty kickin' your ass, the record gets scrapped
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Oh, the record gets scrapped, the record gets scrapped
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[Chorus]
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[Outro: E-40]
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And there you have it
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E-40 the bonzerelli
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The ballatician from the Soyo block soil
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Turf hall, been through it all
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Hard 'til we have it all (hard 'til we have it all)
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Ay look it's C-Murder and Ol'Dirty Bastard
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If you don't stay your ass out of trouble
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What's up boy? ODB
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We got the same motherfuckin' birthday
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Novermber the 12th to be exact motherfuckers
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What the fuck you drinkin'? Fortay
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Get 'em off this motherfucker..
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Anybody
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Ol' Dirty Bastard |