Anybody
    (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..