radio version for ya called 'Shame On A Nuh' So everybody, a jump on it Shame on a nuh who try to run game on a nuh Wu buck wild with the trigger Shame on a
ترجمة: سيستم أوف أ داون. عار على نيغا.
flipping 10 and flame Jane A damn shame, people gots to always check your background To jack now, come jack now and I'ma leave you flat down Come back
a prayer tryin' ta make a quick escape I think caper(?) it's a shame they don't want me to get paper (???)others have it I can feel it in my wallet why your lady keep on jockin' got me in your system
Yeah, now here we go Here we go, come on come on, now here we go Here we go, come on come on, yeah Stay strong this ain't for the faint hearted My name
gives a fuck I'm out for myself, bout to make me a smooth cover I keep it on the under in a closet on the hush hush On my way to victories downtown
they fakaz and fakaz fade, them pullin a gat on Mo Thug, but it ain't no suckaz this lunatic, where's tha ground, betta get gone, on tha dark, 'cause
coppers come knockin' on your door Get you ass on the floor, we jack 'til we drop Props, sendin' out shots to my trues Been down with that nigga Flesh at the beginning And niggas
you help me get 'em I heard you have Clidina, on that fuckin' pill shed Gimme some fuckn Ec' - gimme some Percocets I need me some four bar, so I can break down 'Cause a nigga
help me get 'em I heard you have Clidina, on that fucking pill shed Gimme some fuck'n Ec', gimme some Percocets I need me some four bar, so I can break down 'Cause a nigga
one Verse One: Method Man, a.k.a. Johnny Blaze Check it Scriptures hit the body like sawed off shotties Like my hair notty and my nosepiece snotty Fuck a nigga
With a one hundred dollar jumper, smothered in southern comfort Got my Slim Shady sticker on your mother's bumper She came home screamin a bunch of
disgusts me to see my folks run up on I say stand up on deception of time all of Revelations And recognize this mind on the reality of horror known as
to the system like Eddie Bap on mission Get an ounce of izm, two six-packs and kid listen Just a dip on the task, my little niggaz on the ave Do a bid
no old days In the ghetto no more So you betta get a grip on reality And triz-out, I make a wiz-a Coming up in the new day's a damn shame Nigga might
a goner Tryin' to make a million dealin' around the corner And nigga fiend know one day he's gonna have to die But what? nigga what? And with my gat on
occured, freedom blurred A freedom that would only be retrieved again in words, later on The cops, y'all know what they be on A nigga's life is like
