[Intro:]
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[Rza] Bring da bring da muthafuckin' ruckus!
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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: Raekwon the Chef]
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Somethin' new from my real live raps and so catch this,
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While I kick a verse like chapters.
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I'm all of that, proceed with the militant act
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With the rugged Timberlands or with boots that's black!
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But on the real, I'm cold like blue steel.
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Out to catch a hit and make a mil...[CHILL!]
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Maintain yourself black! You're strappin' all of that!
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But you ain't got shit in this shack Jack!!!
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That's my word! I'm used to beef and I can eat it mad raw,
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And pick it out my gold teeth!
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But yo! Back to the subject, Wu's tryin' ta get wrecked yo
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Pass the weed thru your shit god mic check! Need a little meth yo
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true!!! Back to me flippin' you and your so called zoo!
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You got nothin' on a nigga from Staten,
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A drunk monk, smokin' mad skunk and stackin'!
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I didn't need rap shit to get me on, I was a crimey,
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Drivin' a Benz hearin' my man's song.
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And when shit gone broke out, everybody got smoked out,
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And cops drove the wrong route!
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Don't act evil and possess to hurt me, 40 gunz be flowin' in ya face,
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Who want's some!!!
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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 (Demo Version)
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Wu Tang Clan |