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[Intro: RZA] |
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Tiger style |
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Yo, huh, huh |
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Wu-Tang Clan Ain't Nuttin Ta Fuck Wit |
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Wu-Tang Clan Ain't Nuttin Ta Fuck Wit |
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Wu-Tang Clan Ain't Nuttin Ta Fuck Wit |
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There's noplace to hide once I step inside the room |
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Dr. Doom, prepare for the boom |
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BAM! Aw, MAN! I SLAM |
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JAM, now scream like Tarzan |
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[Verse One: RZA] |
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I be tossin, enforcin, my style is awesome |
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I'm causin more Family Feud's than Richard Dawson |
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And the survey said -- ya dead |
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Fatal Flying Guillotine chops off your fuckin head |
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MZA who was that? Aiyyo, the Wu is back |
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Makin niggaz go BO BO!, like on Super Cat |
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Me fear no-one, oh no, here come |
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The Wu-Tang shogun, killer to the eardrum! |
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[Verse Two: Inspectah Deck] |
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I puts the needle to the groove, I gets rude |
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And I'm forced to fuck it up |
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My style carries like a pickup truck |
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Across the clear blue yonder |
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Seek the China Sea, I slam tracks like quarterbacks sacks from L.T. |
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Now why try and test, the Rebel INS? |
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Blessed since the birth, I earth-slam your best |
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Cause I bake the cake, then take the cake |
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and eat it, too, with my crew while we head state to state! |
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[Chorus: RZA] |
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And if you want beef, then bring the ruckus |
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Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuttin ta fuck with |
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Straight from the motherfucking slums that's busted |
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Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuttin ta fuck with |
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[Interlude: RZA] |
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Hyah! |
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Step up, boy! |
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Represent! |
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Chop his head off, kid! |
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[Verse Three: Method Man] |
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The Meth will come out tomorrow, |
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Styles, is wild, berserk, bizarro |
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Flow, with more afro than Rollo |
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Comin to a fork in the road which way to go just follow |
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Method, the Legend, niggaz is Sleepy Hollow |
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In fact I'm a hard act to follow |
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I dealt for dolo, Bogart comin on through |
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Niggaz is like "Oh, my God, not you!" |
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Yes, I, come to get a slice of the punk and the pie |
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Rather do than die, check my |
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flava, comin from the RZA |
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which is short for the razor |
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Who make me reminisce true like Deja, Vu! |
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I'm rubber, niggaz is like glue |
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Whatever you say rubs off me sticks to you |
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[Chorus] |
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[RZA] |
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Ahh-hah! Yeah |
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Representin Brooklyn Queens |
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Long Island, Manhattan Bronx |
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The Rugged Lands of Shaolin |
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Niggaz from Virginia, Atlanta |
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Our boys in Ohio |
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comin through with the crazy, why-oh why-oh |
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Yo, niggaz from The Source |
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My man Kelly Moon from the GAVIN |
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Rod Strickland, Jason ? and yeah |
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true, true, my nigga ? it's goin down boy |
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We ain't nuttin ta fuck wit |
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The whole Texas mob, the Chicago mob |
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Niggaz from Detroit, fuckin California squadron |
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comin through knahmsayin? The whole fuckin West coast |
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to the whole East, niggaz from D.C. |
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Down in Maryland, all the way over there in Morgan State |
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Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuttin ta fuck wit |
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all over the whole fuckin globe, comin through boy |
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Peace to the fuckin Zulu Nation |
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Peace to all the Gods and the Earths, word is bond |
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Wu-Tang slang, choppin heads boy |
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It ain't safe no more! |
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Peace.. |
