Wu-tang Clan - Bring Da Ruckus lyrics

[Intro:] 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: RZA] Bring da motherf**in ruckus Bring da motherf**in ruckus Bring da mother, bring da motherf**in ruckus Bring da motherf**in ruckus [Verse One: Ghostface k**ah] 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 sh**, 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 f** up, or found shot P.L.O. style, hazardous, cause I wreck this dangerous I blow sparks like Waco, Texas [Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef] I watch my back like I'm locked down, hardcore Hittin sound, watch me act bugged, and tear it down A literate type a**hole, songs goin gold, no doubt and you watch a corny n***a 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 sewwwwwwwww, 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] [Verse Three: Inspectah Deck] I rip it hardcore, like p**no-flick b**hes I roll with groups of ghetto ba*tards 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 a**ault 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 a** n***a with my n***a, 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 a** like your dad, bring it on... [Chorus] [Verse Four: The Genius/GZA] Yo, I'm more rugged than slaveman boots New recruits, I'm f**in' up MC troops I break loops, and trample sh**, while I stomp! A mudhole in that a**, cause I'm straight out the swamp Creepin up on site, now it's Fright Night My Wu-Tang slang is mad f**in' dangerous And more deadly than the stroke of an axe Choppin through ya back *swish* Givin bystanders heart-attacks n***as try to flip, tell me who is him I blow up his f**in prism Make it a vicious act of terrorism You wanna bring it, so f** it Come on and bring the ruckus And I provoke n***az 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 f**ed like Suzette Bring da f**in ruckus... [Chorus] So bring it on...[X7] punk n***a!