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(专辑: Trials & Tribulations Of Russell Jones - 2002)
[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 apprieving No hope to find, that you're misbehaving Link your crupid, fuck your brewing Flash the
burgers on your crewing Cuz the
monks, skipping 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 holding it down for they vets [C-Murder] I'm C-Murder, murder mass ten, I'm wit' the
Dirty Bastard And my flows coming faster than a
jet to Alaska I
ask ya how you feeling 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 slugging, 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 tripping, "no I
ain't", yeah you is That boy spitting, 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 kicking 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 motherfucking birthday Novermber the
12th to be exact motherfuckers What the
fuck you drinkin'? Fortay Get 'em off this motherfucker..