Chorus
Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus
bring da motherfuckin' ruckus
bring da mother, bring da motherfuckin' ruckus
bring da motherfuckin' ruckus
Verse one: Ghost Face Killah
Ghost Face, catch the blast of a hype verse
My Glock bursts, leavon' a Hearse, I did worse
I come rough, tough like an elephant tusk
Ya head rush, fly like Egyptian musk
Aw shit, Wu Tang Clan spark the wicks an'
However, I master the trick just like Nixon
Causin' terror, quick damage ya whole era
Hardrocks is locked the fuck up, I rock down
P.L.O. style, hazardous, cause our wreck is dangerous
I blow sparks like Waco, Texas
Verse Two: Reakwon
I watch my back like I'm locked down, hardcore
Hittin sound, watch me act raw, and tear down
A little airtight asshole, song goin gold, no doubt
and you watch a corny nigga flow
Yeah, they fakin' all that
Carryin gats but yo, my Clan
Rollin' like dirty macks
Now ya act convinced, I guess it makes sense
Wu-Tang, yo sewwwwwwwww, represent
I wait for one to act up
Now I got 'im backed up
Gun to his neck now, react what?
And that's one in the chamber
Wu-Tang banger, 36 styles of danger
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Verse Three: Inspectah Deck
I rip it hardcore, like porno-flick bitches
I roll with groups and ghetto bastards with biscuits
check it, my methods on the microphone's bangin'
Wu-Tang slang'll leave your headpiece hangin'
What's this, I kick it like Seagal Out for Justice
The roughness, yes, the rudeness, ruckus
Redrum, I verbally assault with the tongue
Murder one, my style shot ya knot like a stun-gun
I'm hectic, I wreck it with the quickness
Soundin' on the microphone, and competition get blown
By this nasty ass nigga with my nigga, the Rza
Charge like a bull and get pulled like a trigga
So bad, servin' up the bad with the vocab crab
I scream on ya ass like your dad, bring it on...
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Verse Four: The Genius/GZA
Yo, I'm more rugged than slaveman boots
New recruits, I'm fuckin' up M.C. troops
I break loops, and trample shit, while I stomp!
A mudhole in that ass, cause I'm straight out the swamp
Creepin' up on site, cause it's Fright Night
My Wu-Tang slang is mad fuckin' dangerous
And more deadly than the stroke of an axe
Choppin' through ya back, givin' by-standers heart-attacks
Niggas try to buck, tell me who is 'im
I blow up his fuckin' prism
Make it a vicious act of terrorism
You wanna bring it, so fuck it
Come on and bring the ruckus
And I provoke niggaz to kick buckets
I'm wettin' CREAM, I ain't wettin' fame
Who sellin' gain, I'm livin' out a deadly game
It's not the Russian it's the
Wu-Tang crushin'
Roulette, slip up and get fucked like Suzette Bring
da fuckin' ruckus...
Chorus
So bring it on...(X7)
punk nigga!
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