Shame on a Nigga

Shame On [bad word] Lyrics
Artist(Band):System of a Down
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I'll [bad word] your [bad word] up (x4)

CHORUS: [System Of Down] (Wu-Tang Clan)
Shame on a [bad word] who tried to run game on a [bad word] (Wu buck wild with the trigga)
Shame on a [bad word] who tried to run game on a [bad word] (Yo -- I'll [bad word] your [bad word] up)

[System Of Down]
HUT 1, HUT 2, HUT 3, HUT
S.O.A.D., live and un-CUT
Styles unbreakable, shatterproof, to the young youth, you wanna get gun, shoot, BLAM
How you like me now?
Don't [bad word] the style, ruthless wild
Do you wanna get your teeth knocked the [bad word] out?
Wanna get it on like that? Then shout
Come on...

Lazers and blazers, hit me with the major
The damage, my clan understand it be flavor
Gunnin', hummin', comin' atcha
First I'm gonna getcha, once I gotcha, I gat-cha
You can never catch a [bad word] man's stature
For rhyme and for rapture
Got niggas resigning, now master, my style
NEVER
I put the [bad word]  buck in the wild kid,
LET'S GET TOGETHER

CHORUS: [System Of Down] (Wu-Tang Clan) its repeated 3x
Shame on a [bad word] who tried to run game on a [bad word] (x2)
Shame on a [bad word] who tried to run game on a [bad word] (Wu buck wild with tha trigga)
Shame on a [bad word] who tried to run game on a [bad word] (Yo -- I'll [bad word] your [bad word] up)

[Wu-Tang Clan]
I brought like 20 white boys in the back of a pickup truck
With hockey pucks and skateboards on the way to Woodstock
Leave home the glock, I have a gun the size of a black hole
Shoot planets, don't get frantic, throw your hands up in the air
Don't panic
Supreme arm, leg, leg, arm, head
Wu-Tang Clan, tight as long dreads

CHORUS: [System Of Down] (Wu-Tang Clan)
Shame on a [bad word] who tried to run game on a [bad word] (x2)
Shame on a [bad word] who tried to run game on a [bad word] (Wu buck wild with tha trigga)
Shame on a [bad word] who tried to run game on a [bad word] (Yo -- I'll [bad word] your [bad word] up)

[System Of Down]
I come with that loco style from my vocal
Couldn't peep it all with a pair of bifocals
I'm no joker, play me as a joker
Be on you like a house on fire, smoke ya
Crews be acting like they gangs anyway
Be like "warriors come out and playiyay"
Burn me, I get into [bad word]  I let it out like diarrhea
Got burned once, but that was only gonhorrea
Dirty I keep [bad word] sticks in my drawers
So I can get fuzzy funky for ya
Murder - taste the flame of the Wu-Tang, RAHH
Here comes the Tiger versus Crane
Ow, be like wild with my style
Punk! You playing me chump, you get dumped
Wu, is coming through, at a theatre near you
And get funk like a SHOE!

CHORUS: [System Of Down] (Wu-Tang Clan)
Shame on a [bad word] who tried to run game on a [bad word] (x2)
Shame on a [bad word] who tried to run game on a [bad word] (Wu buck wild with tha trigga)
Shame on a [bad word] who tried to run game on a [bad word] (Yo -- I'll [bad word] your [bad word] up)

I'll [bad word] your [bad word] up (x5)

BIOTCH (WU-TANG [bad word] his [bad word] up)