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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Wu-Tang Clan
Wu-Tang Clan
Performer
Raekwon
Raekwon
Vocals
Ol' Dirty Bastard
Ol' Dirty Bastard
Vocals
Method Man
Method Man
Vocals
4th Disciple
4th Disciple
Scratches
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Clifford Smith
Clifford Smith
Songwriter
Corey Woods
Corey Woods
Songwriter
Dennis Coles
Dennis Coles
Songwriter
Gary Grice
Gary Grice
Songwriter
Jason Hunter
Jason Hunter
Songwriter
Lamont Jody Hawkins
Lamont Jody Hawkins
Songwriter
Robert Diggs
Robert Diggs
Songwriter
RZA
RZA
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
RZA
RZA
Producer
Ethan Ryman
Ethan Ryman
Engineer
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
Mitchell Diggs
Mitchell Diggs
Executive Producer
Robert Diggs
Robert Diggs
Executive Producer
Oli Grant
Oli Grant
Executive Producer
Dennis Coles
Dennis Coles
Executive Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yo, yo
Yo, this the O.D.B, kid
New radio version for ya called "Shame On A Nuh"
So, everybody, a-jump on it
[Chorus]
Shame on a (Nuh) who try to run game on a (Nuh)
Wu buck wild with the trigger
Shame on a (Nuh) who try to run game on a (Nuh)
[Verse 1]
Yo, hut one, hut two, hut three, hut
Ol' Dirty Ba— (Shh), —cut
Styles unbreakable, shatterproof
To the young youth, you wanna get gun?
Shoot, blaow, how you like me now?
Don't front the style, ruthless, wild
Do you wanna get your teeth knocked on out?
Wanna get on it like that? Well, then shout
[Verse 2]
Uh, yo, RZA, yo razor, hit me with the major
The damage, my clan understand it, be flavor
Gunnin', hummin', comin' at ya
First I'm gonna get ya, once I got ya, I gat ya
You could never capture the Method Man's stature
For rhyme and for rapture, got (What) resignin'
Now master my style? Never
I put the (What) buck in the wild, kid, I'm terror
Razor-sharp, I sever
The head from the shoulders, I'm better than my competta
You mean competitor, whatever, let's get together
[Chorus]
Shame on a (Nuh) who try to run game on a (Nuh)
Wu buck wild with the tri—, blaow
[Verse 3]
I react so thick, I'm phat, and yo
Rae came blowin' and blew off your 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 (What) vet
So when you see me on the real
Formin' like Voltron, remember I got deep like a Navy Seal
[Chorus]
Shame on a (Nuh) who try to run game on a (Nuh)
Wu buck wild with the trigger
Shame on a (Nuh) who try to run game on a (Nuh)
I'll **** up
[Verse 4]
Yo
I come with that ol' loco style from my vocal
Couldn't peep it with a pair of bifocals
I'm no joker, play me as a joker
Be on it like a house on fire, smoke ya
Crews be actin' like they gangs anyway
Be like, "Warriors, come out and play"
Burn me, I get into (What), I let it out like diarrhea
Got burnt once, but that was only gonorrhea
Dirty, I keep **** stains in my drawers
So I can get fizza-funky for ya
Murder, taste the flame of the Wu-Tang
Rah, here comes the Tiger vs. Crane
Ow, be like wow with my style
Punk, you play me, chump, you get jumped
Wu is comin' through at a theater near you
And get funk like it's true, what?
Written by: RZA
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