Wu-Tang Clan Ain't Nothing To Fuck Wit Lyrics

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Wu-Tang Clan Ain't Nothing To Fuck Wit Lyrics

by Wu-Tang Clan

[RZA]

Ti-tiger style
Tiger style
Tiger style (Wu-Tang clan ain't nothin' ta fuck wit)
BANG IT
Tiger style (Wu-Tang clan ain't nothin' ta fuck wit)
Tiger style (Wu-Tang clan ain't nothin' ta fuck wit)
Tiger style
Tiger style (Come on!)
Bang it! Huh! Come on!

There's no place to hide once I step inside the room
Dr. Doom, prepare for the boom
BAM! Aw, MAN! I slam blam blam blam blam

[Verse One: RZA]

I be tossin', enforcin', my style is awesome
I'm causin more family feuds than Richard Dawson
And the survey said, you're dead
Fatal flying guillotine chops off your fuckin head
Mister, who is that?
Eh yo, the Wu is back
Makin niggas go boom boom boom boom, like on supercat (cat)
Me fear no one, oh no, here come
The Wu-Tang Shogun, killer to the eardrum (drum drum drum drum)

[Chorus]
Nothin' ta fuck wit
Wu-Tang Clan ain't nothin' ta fuck wit
Straight from the motherfucking slum that's busted
Wu-Tang Clan ain't nothin' ta fuck wit
And if you want beef then bring the ruckus
Wu-Tang Clan ain't nothin' ta fuck wit
Straight from the motherfucking slum that's busted
Wu-Tang Clan ain't nothin' ta fuck wit

[Verse Two: Inspectah Deck]

I puts the needle to the groove, I gets rude
And I'm forced to fuck it up
Style carries like a pickup truck
Across the clear blue yonder, sea to shining sea
I slam tracks like quarterbacks sacks from LT
Now why try and test the rebel INS?
Blessed since the birth, I earth-slam your vest
I bakes the cake, then take the cake and eat it too
With my crew, we head state to state

[Chorus]
And if you want beef then bring the ruckus
Wu-Tang Clan ain't nothin' ta fuck wit
Straight from the motherfucking slum that's busted
Wu-Tang Clan ain't nothin' ta fuck wit
RAH
Step up, son!
Come inside this motherfucker
Blow this squad down

[Verse Three: Method Man]

The Meth will come out tomorrow
Styles is wild, bizarre, bizarro
Flow, with more afro than Rollo
Comin to a fork in the road which way to go just follow
Method, the Legend, niggas is Sleepy Hollow
In fact I'm a hard act to follow
I dealt for dolo, Bogart comin on through
Niggas is like "Oh my God, not you!"

WU-TANG CLAN AIN'T NOTHIN' TA FUCK WIT
WU-TANG CLAN AIN'T NOTHIN' TA FUCK WIT
WU-TANG CLAN AIN'T NOTHIN' TA FUCK WIT
WU-TANG CLAN AIN'T NOTHIN' TA FUCK WIT
WU-TANG CLAN AIN'T NOTHIN' TA FUCK WIT
WU-TANG CLAN AIN'T NOTHIN' TA FUCK WIT
WU-TANG CLAN AIN'T NOTHIN' TA FUCK WIT
WU-TANG CLAN AIN'T NOTHIN' TA FUCK WIT

Wu-Tang Clan ain't nothin' ta fuck wit
Straight from the motherfucking slum that's busted

If you want beef then bring the ruckus
Straight from the motherfucking slum that's busted
Biatch!