| Lyrics: | INTRO:Reakwon the Chef
Yeah, yo, aight
Pass the meth!
(nizzuh nzza punk nigguh,
yeah!)
Yeah, aight
kick the raw style, yeah
Fly that f***in
sack
CHORUS:
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
Wu buck - I f*** yo`ass up!
What?
(HUT ONE, HUT TWO, HUT THREE, HUT!)
VERSE ONE:
Ol Dirty Bastard, Method Man,
Raekwon the Chef
Ol`Dirty Bastard, 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 f*** out?
Wanna get on it like that,
well then shout!
Yo RZA, yo razor!
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 Method Man`s stature
For rhyme and for rapture, got
niggaz resigning, now master
my style? Never! I put the f***ing buck in the wild kid,
I`m
terror Razor sharp, I sever
the head from the shoulders, I`m better
than my compeda, you
mean competitor, whadeva!
Let`s get together
-Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a
nigga
Wu buckwild with the tri-BLAOW!
I react so thick, I`m phat, and YO!
Rae came
blowing and blew off ya headphones black
Rap from yo Cali to Texas
Smoother than a Lexus,
now`s my turn to WRECK this
Brothers approach and half step, but ain`t heard
HALF of it yet,
and I bet you`re not a f***in vet
So, when you see me on the real, formin like
Voltron
Remember I got deep like a baby seal!
CHORUS:
Shame on a nigga
who...
VERSE TWO:
Ol Dirty Bastard Yo...!
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