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FUCK yo' ass up! (fuck'em up son)
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
Yo, I FUCK
yo' 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 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 could never capture the Method Man's
stature
For rhyme and for rapture, got niggaz resigning, now
master
my style? Never! I put the fucking buck in the wild kid
Let's
get together
[Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga
Wu
buckwild with the tri-BLAOW!]
Brought 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
I have a gun the size of a
blackhole
Shoot planets
Don't get credit
Throw your hands up in
the air
Don't panic
Supreme arm leg leg arm head
Wu-Tang-Clan
playin' the tightest long dreads.
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
I'll FUCK YOUR ASS
UP!]
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 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!
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