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Intro: 

[Rza] Bring da bring da muthafuckin' ruckus! 

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

Chorus: RZA 

Bring da motherfuckin ruckus 
Bring da motherfuckin ruckus 
Bring da mother, bring da motherfuckin ruckus 
Bring da motherfuckin ruckus 

Verse One: Raekwon the Chef 

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

Chorus 

Verse Three: Inspectah Deck 

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'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 one, my style shot ya 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 ya ass like your dad, bring it on... 

Chorus 

Verse Four: The Genius/GZA 

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 ya back *swish* 
Givin bystanders heart-attacks 
Niggas try to flip, tell me who is him 
I blow up his fuckin prism 
Make it a vicious act of terrorism 
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 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... 

Chorus 

So bring it on...(X7) 

punk nigga!

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