Wu-Tang Clan | Lyrics | Wu-Tang Clan Ain't Nuthin' Ta F' Wit

Tiger Style, come on, come on

Wu-Tang Clan, ain't nuttin' ta f*** wit
Wu-Tang Clan, ain't nuttin' ta f*** wit
Wu-Tang Clan, ain't, come on
Wu-Tang Clan, ain't nuttin' ta f*** 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 f*****' 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 f*** 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 b***, then bring the ruckus
Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuttin' ta f*** wit
Straight from the motherfucking slums that's busted
Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuttin' ta f*** wit

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 f*** wit
Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuttin' ta f*** wit
Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuttin' ta f*** wit
Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuttin' ta f*** wit