[Intro:]
[Rza] Bring da bring da muthafuckin` ruckus!
En garde, I`ll let you try my Wu-Tang style
[Chorus: RZA]
Bring da motherfuckin ruckus
Bring da motherfuckin ruckus
Bring da mother, bring da motherfuckin ruckus
Bring da motherfuckin ruckus
[Verse One: Raekwon the Chef]
Somethin` new from my real live raps and so catch this,
While I kick a verse like chapters.
I`m all of that, proceed with the militant act
With the rugged Timberlands or with boots that`s black!
But on the real, I`m cold like blue steel.
Out to catch a hit and make a mil...[CHILL!]
Maintain yourself black! You`re strappin` all of that!
But you ain`t got shit in this shack Jack!!!
That`s my word! I`m used to beef and I can eat it mad raw,
And pick it out my gold teeth!
But yo! Back to the subject, Wu`s tryin` ta get wrecked yo
Pass the weed thru your shit god mic check! Need a little meth yo
true!!! Back to me flippin` you and your so called zoo!
You got nothin` on a nigga from Staten,
A drunk monk, smokin` mad skunk and stackin`!
I didn`t need rap shit to get me on, I was a crimey,
Drivin` a Benz hearin` my man`s song.
And when shit gone broke out, everybody got smoked out,
And cops drove the wrong route!
Don`t act evil and possess to hurt me, 40 gunz be flowin` in ya face,
Who want`s some!!!
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: Inspectah Deck]
I rip it hardcore, like porno-flick bitches
I roll with groups of ghetto bastards with biscuits
Check it, my method on the microphone`s bangin
Wu-Tang slang`ll leave your headpiece hangin
Bust this, I`m kickin like Segall, 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
Set it on the microphone, and competition get blown
By this nasty ass nigga with my nigga, the RZA
Charged like a bull and got pull like a trigga
So bad, stabbin up the pad with the vocab, crab
I scream on ya ass like your dad, bring it on...
[Chorus]
[Verse Four: The Genius/GZA]
Yo, I`m more rugged than slaveman boots
New recruits, I`m fuckin` up MC 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, now 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 *swish*
Givin bystanders heart-attacks
Niggas try to flip, tell me who is him
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 givin 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!
