Wu-Tang Clan – Bring Da Ruckus Lyrics

Produced By: RZA
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[Skit]
"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."

[Hook: RZA]
Bring da motherfucking ruckus
Bring da motherfucking ruckus
Bring da mother, bring da motherfucking ruckus
Bring da motherfucking ruckus


[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]
Ghostface catch the blast of a hype verse
My Glock burst, leave in a hearse, I did worse

I come rough, tough like an elephant tusk
Ya head rush, fly like Egyptian musk
Aww shit Wu-Tang Clan spark the wicks an'
However I master the trick just like Nixon
Causing terror, quick damage your whole era

Hardrocks is locked the fuck up or found shot
P.L.O. style, hazardous cause I wreck this dangerous
I blow spots like Waco Texas

[Verse 2: Raekwon]
I watch my back like I'm locked down, hardcore
Hitting sound, watch me act bugged and tear it down
Illiterate type asshole, songs going gold no doubt
And you watch a corny nigga fold

Yeah they fake and all that carrying gats but yo
My Clan rolling like forty Macs

Now ya act convinced, I guess it makes sense
Wu-Tang, yo soooooo, 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


[Hook]

[Verse 3: 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 banging
Wu-Tang slang'll leave your headpiece hanging
Bust this, I'm kicking like Seagal, Out for Justice
The roughness, yes the rudeness, ruckus
Redrum, I verbally assault with the tongue
Murder one, my style shock 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 trigger
So bad, stabbing up the pad with the vocab, crab
I scream on your ass like your dad, bring it on

[Hook]

[Verse 4: GZA]
I'm more rugged than slaveman boots
New recruits, I'm fucking up MC troops
I break loose, and trample shit, while I stomp
A mudhole in that ass cause I'm straight out the swamp

Creeping up on site, now it's Fright Night
My Wu-Tang slang is mad fucking dangerous
And more deadly than the stroke of an axe
Chopping through your back *swish*, giving bystanders heart-attacks
Niggas try to flip, tell me who is him
I blow up his fucking prism, make it a vicious act of terrorism
You wanna bring it, so fuck it, come on and bring the ruckus
And I provoke niggas to kick buckets
I'm wetting CREAM, I ain't wetting fame
Who selling cain, I'm giving out a deadly game
It's not the Russian it's the Wu-Tang crushing roulette

Slip up and get fucked like Suzette
Bring da fucking ruckus

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