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[Intro:
Tytanic, let's wake 'em up, ya
Yeah, it's real out
Killa 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 name now (How you feel me now?)
How you feel like C
What do you think the ODB now? (What?)
What do you think about the game now? (What you about it now?)
How you feel like my name now (How you feel 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, that you're
your crupid, fuck your brewin'
Flash the burgers on your
'cause the monks, skippin' from the other
I got the ability
I get on the mic so you can a ball
I could fly through the air and stick to the
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

E-40]
So pimped out my big spendish
I got a 20, 6 O'Clock extra
Anybody dat pop off at the lip
Anybody that give me banana split
It's only E-40, Murder in this
All the motivated me to biatch
Three soldiers from the East, South and
soldiers holdin' it down for they vets

I'm C-Murder, murder mass ten, I'm wit' the Bastard
And my flows comin' faster than a jet to
I ask ya how you feelin' my
The CP3, the ODB from NYC the B
Light it up, let it cook, in the mirror, let me crush
worry about how it looks, put some momey on my books
Only God can me now
That's when I heard the click, I was Christened
I ain't them are you wid that
Let them out them pistols
Let loose on troops and then shake 'em like Cherok smoke
I slam dunk 'em like
I wanna be free, I'm not guilty, do you me?

Hey sluggin', wanna hit this rock (rock down)
I only got one world, mane, I like take this to the thick of him
Under there, got the smell, you do the hoe you
Fuck it there, let me get a of that Thunder Bird
OK, cute, it's squashed
Now, no though mane, lets have a wash
you trippin', "no I ain't", yeah 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
Love hiphop so much, mic won't
Thugs grow unbust, bitch get fucked
Every 40 ounce cracked, napsack packed
Ol' Dirty your ass, the record gets scrapped
Oh, the record gets scrapped, the record scrapped

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