Wu-Tang Clan Ain't Nuthing Ta F' Wit (feat. RZA, Inspectah Deck & Method Man) - Radio Edit

Tiger style
 Tiger style
 Yo, huh, huh
 Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthing ta fuck wit
 Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthing ta fuck wit
 Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthing ta fuck wit
 There's no place to hide once I step inside the room
 Dr. Doom, prepare for the boom
 Bam! Aw, man! I slam
 Jam, now scream like Tarzan
 I be tossin', enforcin', my style is awesome
 I'm causin' more family feud's than Richard Dawson
 And the survey said, ya dead
 Fatal flying guillotine chops off your fuckin' head
 RZA who was that? Aiyyo, the Wu is back
 Makin' niggaz go bo bo!, Like on super cat
 Me fear no-one, oh no, here come
 The Wu-Tang shogun, killer to the eardrum
 I puts the needle to the groove, I gets rude
 And I'm forced to fuck it up my style carries like a pickup truck
 Across the clear blue yonder
 Seek the China sea, I slam tracks like quarterbacks 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 nuthing ta fuck wit
 Straight from the motherfucking slums that's busted
 Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthing ta fuck wit
 Hyah
 Step up, boy
 Represent
 Chop his head off, kid
 The meth will come out tomorrow
 Styles, is wild, berserk, bizarro
 Flow, with more afro than rollo
 Comin' to a fork in the road which way to go just follow
 Method, the legend, niggaz is sleepy hollow
 In fact I'm a hard act to follow
 I dealt for dolo, Bogart comin' on through
 Niggaz 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
 Flava, comin' from the RZA
 Which is short for the razor
 Who make me reminisce true like Deja, Vu
 I'm rubber, niggaz is like glue
 Whatever you say rubs off me sticks to you
 Tiger style
 Tiger style
 Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthing ta fuck wit
 Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthing ta fuck wit
 Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthing ta fuck wit
 Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthing ta fuck wit
 Ahh-hah! Yeah
 Representin' Brooklyn queens
 Long island, Manhattan Bronx
 The rugged lands of Shaolin
 Niggaz from Virginia, Atlanta
 Our boys in Ohio
 Comin' through with the crazy, why-oh why-oh
 Yo, niggaz from the source
 My man Kelly moon from the Gavin
 Rod Strickland, Jason and yeah
 True, true, my nigga it's goin' down boy
 We ain't nuthing ta fuck wit
 The whole Texas mob, the Chicago mob
 Niggaz from Detroit, fuckin' California squadron
 Comin' through knahmsayin' the whole fuckin' west coast
 To the whole east, niggaz from D.C
 Down in Maryland, all the way over there in Morgan state
 Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthing ta fuck wit
 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
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