Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-tang clan ain't nothing to fuck wit Lyrics
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- Wu-tang clan ain't nothing to fuck wit Lyrics
Album: [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!
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