[Intro]
Tiger style
Oh (Uh, uh)
Turn the music up
Come on, come on
Wu-Tang Clan ain't nothin’ to fuck with
Wu-Tang Clan ain't nothin' to fuck with
Wu-Tang Clan ain’t nothin' to fuck with (Yo)
[Verse 1: RZA]
There's no place to hide once I step inside the room
Dr. Doom, prepare for the boom
Bam, aw man, I slam
Jam this— (Like Tarzan) Yo
I be tossin', enforcin', my style is awesome
I'm causin' more family feud (Than Richard Dawson)
And the survey said ("You're dead")
The Fatal Flying Guillotine chops off your fuckin’ head
Mister, who is that? (Ayo, the Wu is back)
Makin’ niggas go (Buck, buck) like I'm Super Cat
Me fear no one, oh no, here come
The Wu-Tang shogun, killer to my eardrum
[Verse 2: Inspectah Deck]
Needle to the groove, I gets rude
Forced to fuck it up, style carries like a pick-up truck
Cross the clear blue yonder, sea to shinin’ sea
I slam tracks like quarterback sacks from L.T.
So 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, we head state to state
[Chorus: All]
And if you want beef, then bring the ruckus
Wu-Tang Clan ain't nothin' to fuck with
Straight from the motherfuckin’ slums that's busted
Wu-Tang Clan ain't nothin' to fuck with
[Interlude]
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Yo, yo, yo, yo (Come on, come on, come on)
[Verse 3: Method Man]
The Meth will come out (Tomorrow)
Style, conditions, bizarre (Bizarro)
Flow with more afro than (Rollo)
Comin' to a fork in the road, which way to go? (Just follow)
Meth is the legend, niggas is sleepy (Hollow)
In fact I'm a hard act to (Follow)
I dealt for dolo, Bogart comin' on through
Niggas 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 flavor
Comin' from the RZA, which is short (For The Razor)
Who make me reminisce true
Like déjà (Vu), I'm rubber, niggas is like (Glue)
Whatever you say rubs off me (Sticks to you)
[Pre-Chorus]
Tiger style
Tiger style
[Chorus]
Wu-Tang Clan ain't nothin' to fuck with
Wu-Tang Clan ain't nothin' to fuck with
Wu-Tang Clan ain't nothin' to fuck with
Wu-Tang Clan ain't nothin' to fuck with
[Outro]
Rah
We lookin', we look at you
Yeah, yeah
We see y'all (Let's go, baby, 'bout to pop off)
Tiger style
Oh (Uh, uh)
Turn the music up
Come on, come on
Wu-Tang Clan ain't nothin’ to fuck with
Wu-Tang Clan ain't nothin' to fuck with
Wu-Tang Clan ain’t nothin' to fuck with (Yo)
[Verse 1: RZA]
There's no place to hide once I step inside the room
Dr. Doom, prepare for the boom
Bam, aw man, I slam
Jam this— (Like Tarzan) Yo
I be tossin', enforcin', my style is awesome
I'm causin' more family feud (Than Richard Dawson)
And the survey said ("You're dead")
The Fatal Flying Guillotine chops off your fuckin’ head
Mister, who is that? (Ayo, the Wu is back)
Makin’ niggas go (Buck, buck) like I'm Super Cat
Me fear no one, oh no, here come
The Wu-Tang shogun, killer to my eardrum
[Verse 2: Inspectah Deck]
Needle to the groove, I gets rude
Forced to fuck it up, style carries like a pick-up truck
Cross the clear blue yonder, sea to shinin’ sea
I slam tracks like quarterback sacks from L.T.
So 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, we head state to state
[Chorus: All]
And if you want beef, then bring the ruckus
Wu-Tang Clan ain't nothin' to fuck with
Straight from the motherfuckin’ slums that's busted
Wu-Tang Clan ain't nothin' to fuck with
[Interlude]
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Yo, yo, yo, yo (Come on, come on, come on)
[Verse 3: Method Man]
The Meth will come out (Tomorrow)
Style, conditions, bizarre (Bizarro)
Flow with more afro than (Rollo)
Comin' to a fork in the road, which way to go? (Just follow)
Meth is the legend, niggas is sleepy (Hollow)
In fact I'm a hard act to (Follow)
I dealt for dolo, Bogart comin' on through
Niggas 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 flavor
Comin' from the RZA, which is short (For The Razor)
Who make me reminisce true
Like déjà (Vu), I'm rubber, niggas is like (Glue)
Whatever you say rubs off me (Sticks to you)
[Pre-Chorus]
Tiger style
Tiger style
[Chorus]
Wu-Tang Clan ain't nothin' to fuck with
Wu-Tang Clan ain't nothin' to fuck with
Wu-Tang Clan ain't nothin' to fuck with
Wu-Tang Clan ain't nothin' to fuck with
[Outro]
Rah
We lookin', we look at you
Yeah, yeah
We see y'all (Let's go, baby, 'bout to pop off)
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