feat. C-Murder, E-40
  
  [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..