Chris Gehringer - Shame On A n***a lyrics

[Produced by RZA] [Hook: Ol' Dirty ba*tard] Shame on a n***a who try to run game on a n***a Wu buck wild with the trigger Shame on a n***a who try to run game on a n***a I'll f** your a** up! [Verse 1: Ol' Dirty ba*tard] (Yo hut one, hut two, hut three, hut!) Ol' Dirty ba*tard, live and uncut Styles unbreakable, shatterproof To the young youth, you wanna get gun? Shoot! Blaow! How you like me now? Don't f** the style, ruthless wild Do you wanna get your teeth knocked the f** out? Wanna get on it like that, well then shout [Verse 2: Method Man] Yo RZA, yo razor, hit me with the major The damage, my Clan understand it be flavor Gunning, humming coming 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 n***as 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 competta You mean competitor, whatever, let's get together [Hook: Dirty ba*tard] Shame on a n***a who try to run game on a n***a Wu buck wild with the tri-BLOW [Verse 3: Raekwon] I react so thick, I'm phat and yo Rae came blowing 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 f**ing vet So, when you see me on the real, forming like Voltron Remember I got deep like a Navy Seal [Hook: Dirty ba*tard] Shame on a n***a who try to run game on a n***a Wu buck wild with the trigger Shame on a n***a who try to run game on a n***a I'll f** your a** up! [Verse 4: Ol' Dirty ba*tard] Yo! I come with 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 acting like they gangs, anyway Be like, "Warriors, come out and play" Burn me, I get into sh**, I let it out like diarrhea Got burnt once, but that was only gonorrhea Dirty, I keep sh** stains in my drawers So I can get fizza-funky for you Murder, taste the flame of the Wu-Tang, rah! Here comes the Tiger vs. Crane I'll be like wild with my style Punk, you play me chump, you get jumped Wu is coming through at a theater near you And get funk like a shoe What?