Wu-Tang Clan Ain't Nuthing ta Fuck Wit

[Intro: RZA]
Tiger style

[RZA: Hook]
Wu-Tang Clan Ain't Nuttin ta Fuck Wit (x3)

[Verse 1: RZA]
Yo there's no place to hide as I step inside the room
Dr. Doom, prepare for the boom
Bam! Aw, man! I, slam, jam, now scream like Tarzan
I be tossing and flossing my style is awesome
I'm causing more Family Feuds than Richard Dawson
And the survey said, you're dead
Fatal Flying Guillotine chops off your fucking head
MZA who was that? Ayo, the Wu is back
Making niggas go Bo! Bo! like on Super Cat
Me fear no-one, oh no, here come
The Wu-Tang shogun, killer to the eardrum

[Verse 2: 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
Cross the clear blue yonder, sea to shining sea
I slam tracks like quarterback 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

[All]
And if you want beef, then bring the ruckus
Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuttin ta fuck with
Straight from the motherfucking slums that's busted
Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuttin ta fuck with

[RZA]
Hah! Step up, boy!
Represent! Chop his head off, kid!

[Verse 3: Method Man]
The Meth will come out tomorrow
Styles, conditions, bizarre, bizarro
Flow, with more afro than Rollo
Coming to a fork in the road which way to go just follow
Meth is the legend, niggas is sleepy hollow
In fact I'm a hard act to follow
I dealt for dolo, Bogart coming on through
Niggas 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 flavor, coming from the RZA
Which is short for the razor who make me reminisce true
Like Deja, Vu! I'm rubber, niggas is like glue
Whatever you say rubs off me sticks to you

[Hook x4]

[Outro: RZA]
Ahh-hah! Yeah
Representing Brooklyn Queens
Long Island, Manhattan Bronx
The Rugged Lands of Shaolin
Niggas from Virginia, Atlanta
Our boys in Ohio
Coming through with the crazy, why-oh why-oh
Yo, niggas from The Source
My man Kelly Woo from the Gavin
Will Strickland, Jason Staton, yeah
True, true, my nigga Crown what's going down, boy?
We ain't nuttin ta fuck wit
The whole Texas mob, the Chicago mob
Niggas from Detroit, fucking California squadron
Coming through you know what I'm saying?
The whole fucking West coast
To the whole East, niggas from D.C
Down in Maryland, all the way over there in Morgan State
Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuttin ta fuck wit
All over the whole fucking globe, coming through boy
Peace to the fucking Zulu Nation
Peace to all the Gods and the Earths, word is bond
Wu-Tang slang, chopping heads boy
It ain't safe no more! Peace