Trials & Tribulations of Russell Jones

* original and remix have identical lyrics<br><br>[Intro: C-Murder]<br>Tytanic, let`s wake `em up, ya heard?<br>Yeah, it`s real out here<br>Killa block notch, wit` the ODB<br>NYC, CP-3, nigga, what?<br>Let me ask you a question<br>What do you think about the game now? (What you think about it now?)<br>How you feel like my name now (How you feel `bout me now?)<br>How you feel like C now?<br>What do you think about the ODB now? (What?)<br>What do you think about the game now? (What you think about it now?)<br>How you feel like my name now (How you feel about me now?)<br>How you feel like my name now (I told you I wanted somethin`)<br><br>[Ol` Dirty Bastard]<br>Yeah, bite that point, the habit apprievin`<br>No hope to find, that you`re misbehavin`<br>Link your crupid, fuck your brewin`<br>Flash the burgers on your crewin`<br>Cuz the monks, skippin` from the other MC`s<br>I got the amazing ability<br>I get on the mic so you can have a ball<br>I could fly through the air and stick to the wall<br>I could take a punch or get hit by a car<br>Could go to the nearest or farthest star<br>As a matter of fact it`s what I won`t talk about<br>Pop a word out of trace just to be in the house<br><br>[Chorus: E-40]<br>So pimped out about my big spendish<br>I got a 20, 6 O`Clock extra chrystall<br>Anybody dat wanna pop off at the lip<br>Anybody that wanna give me banana split<br>It`s only E-40, Murder in this bitch<br>All the money motivated me to biatch<br>Three soldiers from the East, South and West<br>Street soldiers holdin` it down for they vets<br><br>[C-Murder]<br>I`m C-Murder, murder mass ten, I`m wit` the Dirty Bastard<br>And my flows comin` faster than a jet to Alaska<br>I ask ya how you feelin` my collabo`<br>The CP3, the ODB from NYC the ghetto B<br>Light it up, let it cook, look in the mirror, let me crush<br>Don`t worry about how it looks, put some momey on my books<br>Only God can judge me now<br>That`s when I heard the click click, I was Christened<br>I ain`t with them are you wid that<br>Let them whistles out them pistols<br>Let loose on them troops and then shake `em like Cherok smoke<br>I slam dunk `em like Shaq<br>I wanna be free, I`m not guilty, do you feel me?<br><br>Chorus<br><br>[E-40]<br>Hey sluggin`, wanna hit this rock dowm (rock down)<br>I only got one world, mane, I feel like take this to the thick of him<br>Under there, got the smell, you do the hoe you hear<br>Fuck it there, let me get a swig of that Thunder Bird<br>OK, it`s cute, it`s squashed<br>Now, no though mane, lets have a back wash<br>Yeah you trippin`, "no I ain`t", yeah you is<br>That boy spittin`, what`s his name? 40, quarter, biatch<br><br>[Ol` Dirty Bastard]<br>I stage a place, place stage a me<br>I`m a vision of truth, just a true MC<br>Love hiphop so much, mic won`t untouched<br>Thugs grow unbust, bitch won`t get fucked<br>Every 40 ounce cracked, every napsack packed<br>Ol` Dirty kickin` your ass, the record gets scrapped<br>Oh, the record gets scrapped, the record gets scrapped<br><br>Chorus<br><br>[Outro: E-40]<br>And there you have it<br>E-40 the bonzerelli<br>The ballatician from the Soyo block soil<br>Turf hall, been through it all<br>Hard `til we have it all (hard `til we have it all)<br>Ay look it`s C-Murder and Ol`Dirty Bastard<br>If you don`t stay your ass out of trouble<br>What`s up boy? ODB<br>We got the same motherfuckin` birthday<br>Novermber the 12th to be exact motherfuckers<br>What the fuck you drinkin`? Fortay<br>Get `em off this motherfucker..