Bring Da Ruckus Lyrics - Wu-tang Clan

Shaolin shadowboxing and the Wu-Tang sword style 

If what you say is true, the Shaolin and the Wu-Tang 

Could be dangerous do you think your Wu-Tang sword can defeat me? 

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

Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus 

Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus 

Bring da mother, bring da motherfuckin' ruckus 

Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus 

Ghostface, catch the blast of a hype verse 

My glock bursts, leave in a hearse, I did worse 

I come rough, tough like an elephant tusk 

Ya head rush, fly like Egyptian musk 

Aw shit, Wu-Tang Clan spark the wicks an' 

However, I master the trick just like Nixon 

Causin terror, quick damage ya whole era 

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Hardrocks is locked the fuck up, or found shot 

P L O style, hazardous, 'cause I wreck this dangerous 

I blow sparks like Waco, Texas 

I watch my back like I'm locked down, hardcore 

Hittin' sound, watch me act bugged and tear it down 

A literate type asshole, songs goin gold, no doubt 

And you watch a corny nigga fold 

Yeah, they fake and all that 

Carryin gats but yo, my Clan rollin' like forty Macs 

Now ya act convinced, I guess it makes sense 

Wu-Tang, yo sew represent 

I wait for one to act up 

Now I got him backed up 

Gun to his neck now, react what? 

And that's one in the chamber 

Wu-Tang banger, 36 styles of danger 

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Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus 

Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus 

Bring da mother, bring da motherfuckin' ruckus 

Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus 

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 

Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus 

Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus 

Bring da mother, bring da motherfuckin' ruckus 

Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus 

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 

Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus 

Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus 

Bring da mother, bring da motherfuckin' ruckus 

Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus 

So bring it on, so bring it on, so bring it on 

So bring it on, so bring it on, so bring it on 

So bring it on, punk nigga