Bring Da Ruckus

Shaolin shadowboxing, and the Wu-Tang sword style

If what you say is true, the Shaolin and the Wu-Tang could bedangerous

Do you think your Wu-Tang sword can defeat me?

En garde, I'll let you try my Wu-Tang style

Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus

Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus

Bring da mother— bring da motherfuckin' ruckus

Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus

Ghostface, Catch the blast of a hype verse

My Glock bursts, leave in a hearse, I did worse

I come rough, tough like an elephant tusk

Your head rush, fly like Egyptian musk

Aw shit, Wu-Tang Clan spark the wicks an'

However, I master the trick just like Nixon

Causin' terror, quick damage your whole era

Hardrocks is locked the fuck up, or found shot

PLO style, hazardous cause I wreck this dangerous

I blow sparks like Waco, Texas

I watch my back like I'm locked down

Hardcore hittin' sound, watch me act bugged and tear it down

A literate type asshole, songs goin' gold, no doubt

And you watch a corny nigga fold

Yeah, they fake and all that

Carryin' gats but yo, my Clan's rollin' like forty Macs

Now your act convinced, I guess it makes sense

Wu-Tang, yo, represent

I wait for one to act up

Now I got him backed up Gun to his neck now, react, what?

And that's one in the chamber

Wu-Tang banger, 36 styles of danger

Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus

Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus

Bring da mother— bring da motherfuckin' ruckus

Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus

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, I'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-on my style shot your 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 your ass like your dad: Bring it on

Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus

Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus

Bring da mother— bring da motherfuckin' ruckus

Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus

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 your back

Givin' by-standers heart-attacks

Niggas try to flip, tell me who is him?

I blow up his fuckin' prism, make it a vicious act ofterrorism

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's 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

Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus

Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus

Bring da mother— bring da motherfuckin' ruckus

Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus