Anybody Lyrics - The Trials And Tribulations Of Russell Jones - Ol' Dirty Bastard

[Intro: see-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 see 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' 

'cause 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 want to pop off at the lip 

Anybody that want to 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 see-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 be 

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 want to be free, I'm not guilty, do you feel me? 

[Chorus] 

[E-40] 

Hey sluggin', want to 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 see-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..