| Lyrics: | Chorus:
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, I scream like
Tarzan
(RZA)
I be tossin, enforcin, my style is awesome
I'm causin more Family
Fued's than Richard Dawson
And the survey said--ya dead
Fatal Flying Guillotine chops off
your fuckin head
MZA 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!
(Inspector Deck)
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!
Chorus:
RZA
Interlude (RZA)
Hyah!
Step up, boy!
Represent!
Chop off his head,
kid!
(Method Man)
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
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-ac |
