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[The RZA]
Tiger style
Tiger style, yo, huh
Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthing ta fuck wit (3x)

There's no place to hide
Once I step inside the room
Dr. Doom, prepare for the boom
Bam, aw man! I slam jam
And scream like Tarzan
I be tossin', enforcin'
My style is awesome
I'm causin' more family feuds
Than Richard Dawson
And the survey said: You're dead!
Fatal Flyin' Guillotine
Chops off your fuckin' head
MZA, who was that? Ay yo, the Wu is back
Makin' niggaz go BO! BO!,
Like on Super Cat
Me fear no-one, oh no
Here come the Wu-Tang shogun
Killer to the eardrum

[Inspectah Deck]
Put the needle to the groove, I gets rude
And I'm forced to fuck it up
My style carries like a pick-up truck
Across the clear blue yonder
Seek the China Sea
I slam tracks
Like quarterbacks sacks
From L.T.
Now why try and test
The Rebel INS?
Blessed since the birth, I earth-slam your best
Cause I bake the cake
Then take the cake and eat it, too
With my crew, while we head state to state

CHORUS: [RZA]
And if you want beef then bring the ruckus
Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthing ta fuck wit
Straight from the mothafuckin' slums that's busted
Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthing ta fuck wit

Ha, step up boy, represent
Chop his haed off, kid

[Method Man]
The Meth will come out tomorrow
Styles get dizzy, bizarre, bizarro
Flow with more afro than Rollo
Comin' to a fork in the road,
Which way to go? Just follow!
Method, the Legend
Niggaz is Sleepy Hollow
In fact I'm a hard act to follow
I dealt for dolo
Bogart comin' on through
Niggaz is like "Oh my god, not you!"
Yes, I come to get a slice of the punk
And the pie
Rather do than die, check my flava
Comin' from the RZA, which is short for the razor
Who make me reminisce true like deja vu
I'm rubber, niggaz is like glue
Whatever you say rubs off me sticks to you

Tiger style (2x)

[RZA]
Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthing ta fuck wit (4x)

Uh, yeah, representin' Brooklyn, Queens
Long Island, Manhattan, Bronx
The rugged lands of Shaolin
Niggaz from Virginia, Atlanta
Our boys in Ohio
Comin' through with the crazy Y-O Y-O
Yo, niggaz from The Source
My man Kelly Moon from the GAVIN
Ron Strickland, Jason Satan yeah
True, true, my nigga Trout what's goin down boy
We ain't nuthing ta fuck with
The whole Texas mob, the Chicago mob
Niggaz from Detroit, fuckin' California squadron
Comin' through, you know what i'm sayin'?
The whole fuckin' westcoast to the whole east
Niggaz from D.C., down in Maryland
All y'all over there in Morgan State
Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthing ta fuck wit
All over the whole fuckin' globe
Comin' through, boy
Peace to the fuckin' Zulu Nation
Peace to all the Gods and the Earths
Word is bond
Wu-Tang slang
Choppin' heads, boy
It ain't safe no more
Peace!

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