Bring Da Ruckus

Lyrics

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  
  
[Chorus]  
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  
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  
  
[Chorus]  
  
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 Segal, 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]  
  
Yo, I'm more rugged than slave man boots  
New recruits, I'm fuckin' up MC troops  
I break loops, and trample shit, while I stomp!  
A mud hole 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 want to 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  
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!