| Lyrics: | [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, l |
