"Wu-Tang Clan Ain't Nuthing Ta Fuck Wit" lyrics - WU-TANG CLAN

Tiger style, tiger style, yo

Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuttin' ta fuck wit
Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuttin' ta fuck wit
Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuttin' ta fuck wit

There's noplace to hide
Once I step inside the room
Dr. Doom, prepare for the boom
Bam, man, slam, jam
Now scream like Tarzan

I be tossin', enforcin', my style is awesome
I'm causin' more family feuds 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

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 nuttin' ta fuck with
Straight from the motherfucking slums that's busted
Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuttin' ta fuck with, fuck with

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

Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuttin' ta fuck wit
Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuttin' ta fuck wit
Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuttin' ta fuck wit, fuck with

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 nuttin' ta fuck wit
The whole Texas mob, the Chicago mob

Niggaz from Detroit, fuckin' California squadron
Comin' through know what I'm sayin'?
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 nuttin' 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