Wu-Tang Clan Ain't Nuthing ta F' Wit

Lyrics

Tiger style, Tiger style (Tiger style)
 Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthin' ta fuck with
 Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthin' ta fuck with
 Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthin' ta fuck with
 Yo, there's no place to hide as I step inside the room
 Dr. Doom, prepare for the boom
 Bam! Aw, man! I, slam, jam, now scream like Tarzan
 I be tossing, enforcing, my style is awesome
 I'm causing more family feuds than Richard Dawson
 And the survey said, "You're dead"
 Fatal Flying Guillotine chops off your fucking head
 Mister, who is that? Ayo, the Wu is back
 Making niggas go Bo! Bo! like I'm Super Cat
 Me fear no-one, oh no, here come
 The Wu-Tang shogun, killer to the eardrum
 Put the needle to the groove, I gets rude and I'm forced
 To fuck it up, my style carries like a pick-up truck
 Cross the clear blue yonder, sea to shining sea
 I slam tracks like quarterback sacks from L.T
 Now why try and test, the Rebel INS?
 Blessed since the birth, I earth-slam your best
 'Cause I bake the cake, then take the cake
 And eat it, too, with my crew while we head state to state
 And if you want beef, then bring the ruckus
 Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuttin ta fuck with
 Straight from the motherfucking slums that's busted
 Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthin' ta fuck with
 Ha! Lebonon! Step up, boy!
 Represent! Chop his head off, kid!
 The Meth will come out tomorrow
 Styles, conditions, bizarre, bizarro
 Flow, with more afro than Rollo
 Coming to a fork in the road, which way to go? Just follow
 Meth is the legend, niggas is sleepy hollow
 Infact I'm a hard act to follow
 I dealt for dolo, Bogart coming on through
 Niggas is like, "Oh, my God, not you!"
 Yes, I, come to get a slice of the punk and the pie
 Rather do than die, check my flavor, coming from the RZA
 Which is short for the razor, who make me reminisce true
 Like déjà, vu! I'm rubber, niggas is like glue
 Whatever you say rubs off me sticks to you
 Tiger style, Tiger style
 Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthin' ta fuck with
 Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthin' ta fuck with
 Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthin' ta fuck with
 Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthin' ta fuck with
 Ahh-hah! Yeah! Representin' Brooklyn, Queens
 Long Island, Manhattan, Bronx
 The Rugged Lands of Shaolin
 Niggas from Virginia, Atlanta, our boys in Ohio
 Comin' through with the crazy Y-O-Y-O
 Yo, niggas from The Source
 My man Kelly Woo from the Gavin
 Will Strickland, Jason Staton, yeah
 True, true, my nigga Crown, what's goin' down, boy?
 We ain't nuthing ta fuck with
 The whole Texas mob, the Chicago mob
 Niggas from Detroit, fuckin' California squadron
 Comin' through, you know what I'm sayin'?
 The whole fuckin' West Coast to the whole East
 Niggas from D.C., down to Maryland
 All the way over there in Morgan State
 Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthin' ta fuck with
 All over the whole fuckin' globe, comin' through, boy
 Peace to the fuckin' Zulu Nation
 Peace to all the Gods and the Earths, word is bond
 Wu-Tang slang, choppin' heads, boy
 It ain't safe no more, peace!
 Tiger style
 Tiger style
 Tiger style
 Tiger style
 Tiger style
 Tiger style
 Tiger style
 Tiger style

Audio Features

Song Details

Duration
03:32
Key
10
Tempo
99 BPM

Share

More Songs by Wu-Tang Clan

Albums by Wu-Tang Clan

Similar Songs