Shame - System of A Down, Wu-Tang Clan

Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga

Wu buck wild with the trigger!

Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga

Yo I’ll fuck ya ass up!

Hut one, hut two, hut three, hut!

S.O.A.D., live and uncut!

Styles unbreakable, shatterproof

To the young youth, ya wanna get gun?

Shoot!

BLAOW!

How you like me now?

Don’t fuck the style

Ruthless wild!

Do ya wanna getcha teeth knocked the FUCK out?

Wanna get on it like that, well then shout!

Lasers, amazers

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 could never capture the eneman stature

For rhyme and for rapture, got niggaz resigning, now master

My style?

Never!

I put the fucking muck in the wild kid

Let’s get together!

Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga

Drunk like 20 white boys in the back of a pick up truck

With hockey pucks and skateboards on their way to Woodstock

Leave home the glock, and have a gun the size of a black hole

Two planets, don’t get frantic

Throw your hands up in the hair, don’t panic

Supreme Arm Leg Leg Arm Head, Wu-Tang Clan as tight as strong dread

Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga

Come wit that ol' loco

Style from my vocal

Couldn’t peep it with a pair of bi-focals

I’m no joker!

Play me as a joker

Be on you like a house on fire!

Smoke ya!

Crews be actin like they gangs, anyway

Be like, «Warriors!

Come out and playiyay!»

Burn me, I get into shit, I let it out like diarrhea

Got burnt once, but that was only gonorrhea

Dirty, I keep shit stinks in my drawers

So I can get fzza-funky for yah

Murder, taste the flame of the Wu-Tang RAHH!

Here comes the Tiger verse Crane!

Ow, be like wild with my style

Punk!

You playing me, chump, you get DUMPED

WU!

Is comin THROUGH!

At a theatre near YOU!

And get funk like a SHOE!

Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga

I’ll fuck ya ass up

Bitch!

Fuck his ass up