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Intro:
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Shaolin shadowboxing, and the Wu-Tang sword style
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If what you say is true, the Shaolin and the Wu-Tang
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could be dangerous
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Do you think your Wu-Tang sword can defeat me?
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En garde, I'll let you try my Wu-Tang style
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Chorus: RZA
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Bring da motherfuckin ruckus
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Bring da motherfuckin ruckus
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Bring da mother, bring da motherfuckin ruckus
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Bring da motherfuckin ruckus
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Verse One: Ghostface Killah
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Ghostface, catch the blast of a hype verse
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My glock bursts, leave in a hearse, I did worse
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I come rough, tough like an elephant tusk
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Ya head rush, fly like Egyptian musk
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Aw shit, Wu-Tang Clan spark the wicks an'
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However, I master the trick just like Nixon
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Causin terror, quick damage ya whole era
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Hardrocks is locked the fuck up, or found shot
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P.L.O. style, hazardous, cause I wreck this dangerous
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I blow sparks like Waco, Texas
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Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef
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I watch my back like I'm locked down, hardcore
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Hittin sound, watch me act bugged, and tear it down
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A literate type asshole, songs goin gold, no doubt
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and you watch a corny nigga fold
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Yeah, they fake and all that
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Carryin gats but yo, my Clan
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Rollin like forty Macs
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Now ya act convinced, I guess it makes sense
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Wu-Tang, yo sewwwwwwwww, represent
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I wait for one to act up
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Now I got him backed up
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Gun to his neck now, react what?
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And that's one in the chamber
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Wu-Tang banger, 36 styles of danger
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Chorus
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Verse Three: Inspectah Deck
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I rip it hardcore, like porno-flick bitches
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I roll with groups of ghetto bastards with biscuits
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Check it, my method on the microphone's bangin
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Wu-Tang slang'll leave your headpiece hangin
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Bust this, I'm kickin like Segall, Out for Justice
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The roughness, yes, the rudeness, ruckus
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Redrum, I verbally assault with the tongue
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Murder one, my style shot ya knot like a stun-gun
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I'm hectic, I wreck it with the quickness
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Set it on the microphone, and competition get blown
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By this nasty ass nigga with my nigga, the RZA
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Charged like a bull and got pull like a trigga
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So bad, stabbin up the pad with the vocab, crab
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I scream on ya ass like your dad, bring it on...
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Chorus
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Verse Four: The Genius/GZA
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Yo, I'm more rugged than slaveman boots
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New recruits, I'm fuckin' up MC troops
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I break loops, and trample shit, while I stomp!
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A mudhole in that ass, cause I'm straight out the swamp
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Creepin up on site, now it's Fright Night
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My Wu-Tang slang is mad fuckin' dangerous
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And more deadly than the stroke of an axe
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Choppin through ya back *swish*
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Givin bystanders heart-attacks
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Niggas try to flip, tell me who is him
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I blow up his fuckin prism
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Make it a vicious act of terrorism
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You wanna bring it, so fuck it
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Come on and bring the ruckus
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And I provoke niggaz to kick buckets
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I'm wettin CREAM, I ain't wettin fame
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Who sellin gain, I'm givin out a deadly game
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It's not the Russian it's the Wu-Tang crushin
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Roulette, slip up and get fucked like Suzette
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Bring da fuckin ruckus...
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Chorus
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So bring it on...(X7)
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punk nigga!
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Bring Da Ruckus
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| wu-tang clan |
