[Intro: RZA]
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Tiger style
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Yo, huh, huh
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Wu-Tang Clan Ain't Nuttin Ta Fuck Wit
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Wu-Tang Clan Ain't Nuttin Ta Fuck Wit
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Wu-Tang Clan Ain't Nuttin Ta Fuck Wit
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There's noplace to hide once I step inside the room
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Dr. Doom, prepare for the boom
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BAM! Aw, MAN! I SLAM
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JAM, now scream like Tarzan
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[Verse One: RZA]
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I be tossin, enforcin, my style is awesome
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I'm causin more Family Feud's than Richard Dawson
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And the survey said -- ya dead
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Fatal Flying Guillotine chops off your fuckin head
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MZA who was that? Aiyyo, the Wu is back
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Makin niggaz go BO BO!, like on Super Cat
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Me fear no-one, oh no, here come
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The Wu-Tang shogun, killer to the eardrum!
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[Verse Two: Inspectah Deck]
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I puts the needle to the groove, I gets rude
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And I'm forced to fuck it up
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My style carries like a pickup truck
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Across the clear blue yonder
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Seek the China Sea, I slam tracks like quarterbacks sacks from L.T.
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Now why try and test, the Rebel INS?
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Blessed since the birth, I earth-slam your best
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Cause I bake the cake, then take the cake
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and eat it, too, with my crew while we head state to state!
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[Chorus: RZA]
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And if you want beef, then bring the ruckus
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Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuttin ta fuck with
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Straight from the motherfucking slums that's busted
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Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuttin ta fuck with
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[Interlude: RZA]
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Hyah!
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Step up, boy!
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Represent!
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Chop his head off, kid!
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[Verse Three: Method Man]
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The Meth will come out tomorrow,
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Styles, is wild, berserk, bizarro
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Flow, with more afro than Rollo
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Comin to a fork in the road which way to go just follow
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Method, the Legend, niggaz is Sleepy Hollow
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In fact I'm a hard act to follow
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I dealt for dolo, Bogart comin on through
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Niggaz is like "Oh, my God, not you!"
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Yes, I, come to get a slice of the punk and the pie
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Rather do than die, check my
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flava, comin from the RZA
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which is short for the razor
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Who make me reminisce true like Deja, Vu!
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I'm rubber, niggaz is like glue
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Whatever you say rubs off me sticks to you
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[Chorus]
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[RZA]
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Ahh-hah! Yeah
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Representin Brooklyn Queens
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Long Island, Manhattan Bronx
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The Rugged Lands of Shaolin
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Niggaz from Virginia, Atlanta
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Our boys in Ohio
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comin through with the crazy, why-oh why-oh
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Yo, niggaz from The Source
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My man Kelly Moon from the GAVIN
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Rod Strickland, Jason ? and yeah
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true, true, my nigga ? it's goin down boy
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We ain't nuttin ta fuck wit
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The whole Texas mob, the Chicago mob
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Niggaz from Detroit, fuckin California squadron
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comin through knahmsayin? The whole fuckin West coast
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to the whole East, niggaz from D.C.
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Down in Maryland, all the way over there in Morgan State
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Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuttin ta fuck wit
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all over the whole fuckin globe, comin through boy
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Peace to the fuckin Zulu Nation
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Peace to all the Gods and the Earths, word is bond
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Wu-Tang slang, choppin heads boy
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It ain't safe no more!
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Peace..
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Wu-Tang Clan Ain't Nuthing Ta F' Wit
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Wu Tang Clan |