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Shame Shame Shame Shame (Mark Collie) · Shame, Shame, Shame [CD] (Shirley & Company) · Shame, Shame, Shame (Shirley & Company) · Shame, Shame, Shame (Smiley Lewis) · Shame, Shame (Dr. Dog) · Shame, Shame (Dr. Dog) · Shame Shame (Magic Lanterns) · Shame Shame [Deluxe Edition] (Dr. Dog) · Smaller Chairs for the Early 1900s (Moneen) · Smaller Chairs for the Early 1900s (Moneen) – and 90 other albums »


Maybe I'm not lame
And maybe I'm not lame
Time won't hold my name
I just signed it away

'Cause it's lame to be six feet underground
Shame
Always made em sad but she never made em happy
I was lost, weak, bleak in the street
Knocked me off of my feet
Hanging round with the people I should
joe never had a lick of sense, pass the biscuits please 
there's 5 more acres in the lower 40 i got to plow 
mama said was a shame about billy joe
publicly shame my utility
After the battle they admit that I'm with it
Simply soothe, will move vinyl like glue
Transistors are never more shown with like
come off
By any means necessary, whatever the cost
Even if it means lives is lost
And I can't explain why I just love to get high
Drink, "life!" smoke
to the floss
The doors lift from the floor and the tops come off
By any means necessary, whatever the cost
Even if it means lives is lost
And I can't explain
intention in front of your wife
that she knows this that she's ending your life
its a real shame you got hacked by the whores
its a real shame that kid
to sleep (go to sleep)
They turn around and frown, gotta make 'em six feet deep
'cause we knock 'em unconscious with that non-sense
Read in between that
intention in front of your wife
that she knows this that she's ending your life
its a real shame you got hacked by the whores
its a real shame that kid
It's a cryin' shame, brothers takin' life as a game
Growing up against the law, but no one knows who's to blame
Dealin' drugs on the corner, you
[Featuring Common] 

[Grand Puba] 

Yeah, yeah yeah yeah 

One time as we do it like this, yeah 

Grand Puba, Common Sense 

[Common]
the Calvin Kleins
[run]	cause Calvin Klein's no friend of mine
don't want nobody's name on my behind
lee on my legs, sneakers on my feet
d by my side and jay
nose
Man this town is like my town, so we stayed and hung around
Juicy J be high as fuck, catch me in that lost and found

Better use common sense
Pusha T's more than the semen
Not just a rap name, more so like a damn shame
Nothing's changed, just the crimes is less heinous
The three of us know,
The three of us know
Yet the shooter remains nameless

And I don't even watch my back
I was raw before rap
And I ain't lost my past

Shit could get
Pusha T's more than the semen
Not just a rap name, more so like a damn shame
Nothing's changed, just the crimes is less heinous
The three of us know,
them big body Benzes, it dulls my senses
In love with a V-Dub engine
Man I'm high off life, fuck it I'm wasted
Bey Venay kicks, or them Marvin Kaye
intention in front of your wife
that she knows this that she's ending your life
its a real shame you got hacked by the whores
its a real shame that kid
intention in front of your wife
that she knows this that she's ending your life
its a real shame you got hacked by the whores
its a real shame that kid
the brain off the whip now it don't make no sense
Stunt hard on these bitches I ain't promise tomorrow
Now when they kicking it wit me like Nomar
was tweakin' with the peak of his cap
While I'm seekin' to discover what it takes to stay sober
Not cover my mistakes
Try to maybe make sense
Mom and dad split up when she was just a kid
She lost all her trust, her trust in relationships, the unfaithfulness
It was a shame
Both of them
you get blamed
A damn shame, that means this muthafucka's one-sided
And blacks, we get lost in the sauce, because we unguided
These muthafuckas had
The TV screen's feeding ye right
I've seen both sides of it by now, I would a bowed down
A new sound the lost can be found
You're in some real dirt, ye
the door and it was straight war
Camo-flague gear getting torn by my ammo
Run up the stairs, tripping over dead thugs
Put they family to shame for fucking