Wu-Tang Clan Ain't Nuthing Ta F' Wit Lyrics
| Song | Wu-Tang Clan Ain't Nuthing Ta F' Wit |
| Artist | Wu-Tang Clan |
| Album | The RZA Hits |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Intro：rza | |
| [tiger style] | |
| [tiger style] tiger style | |
| Yo, huh, huh | |
| Wu-tang clan ain't nuttin ta fuck wit | |
| Wu-tang clan ain't nuttin ta fuck wit | |
| Wu-tang clan ain't nuttin ta fuck wit | |
| There's noplace to hide once i step inside the room | |
| Dr. doom, prepare for the boom | |
| Bam! aw, man! i slam | |
| Jam, now scream like tarzan | |
| Verse one: rza | |
| I be tossin, enforcin, my style is awesome | |
| I'm causin more family feud's than richard dawson | |
| And the survey said -- ya dead | |
| Fatal flying guillotine chops off your fuckin head | |
| Mza who was that? aiyyo, the wu is back | |
| Makin niggaz go bo bo!, like on super cat | |
| Me fear no-one, oh no, here come | |
| The wu-tang shogun, killer to the eardrum! | |
| Verse two: inspectah deck | |
| I puts the needle to the groove, i gets rude | |
| And i'm forced to fuck it up | |
| My style carries like a pickup truck | |
| Across the clear blue yonder | |
| Seek the china sea, i slam tracks like quarterbacks 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! | |
| Chorus: rza | |
| 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 | |
| Interlude: rza | |
| Hyah! | |
| Step up, boy! | |
| Represent! | |
| Chop his head off, kid! | |
| Verse three: method man | |
| The meth will come out tomorrow, | |
| Styles, is wild, berserk, bizarro | |
| Flow, with more afro than rollo | |
| Comin to a fork in the road which way to go just follow | |
| Method, the legend, niggaz is sleepy hollow | |
| In fact i'm a hard act to follow | |
| I dealt for dolo, bogart comin on through | |
| Niggaz 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 | |
| Flava, comin from the rza | |
| Which is short for the razor | |
| Who make me reminisce true like deja, vu! | |
| I'm rubber, niggaz is like glue | |
| Whatever you say rubs off me sticks to you | |
| [chorus] | |
| [rza] | |
| Ahh-hah! yeah | |
| Representin brooklyn queens | |
| Long island, manhattan bronx | |
| The rugged lands of shaolin | |
| Niggaz from virginia, atlanta | |
| Our boys in ohio | |
| Comin through with the crazy, why-oh why-oh | |
| Yo, niggaz from the source | |
| My man kelly moon from the gavin | |
| Rod strickland, jason ? and yeah | |
| True, true, my nigga ? it's goin down boy | |
| We ain't nuttin ta fuck wit | |
| The whole texas mob, the chicago mob | |
| Niggaz from detroit, fuckin california squadron | |
| Comin through knahmsayin? the whole fuckin west coast | |
| To the whole east, niggaz 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 fuckin globe, comin through boy | |
| Peace to the fuckin zulu nation | |
| Peace to all the gods and the earths, word is bond | |
| Wu-tang slang, choppin heads boy | |
| It ain't safe no more! | |
| Peace.. |
| Intro: rza | |
| tiger style | |
| tiger style tiger style | |
| Yo, huh, huh | |
| Wutang clan ain' t nuttin ta fuck wit | |
| Wutang clan ain' t nuttin ta fuck wit | |
| Wutang clan ain' t nuttin ta fuck wit | |
| There' s noplace to hide once i step inside the room | |
| Dr. doom, prepare for the boom | |
| Bam! aw, man! i slam | |
| Jam, now scream like tarzan | |
| Verse one: rza | |
| I be tossin, enforcin, my style is awesome | |
| I' m causin more family feud' s than richard dawson | |
| And the survey said ya dead | |
| Fatal flying guillotine chops off your fuckin head | |
| Mza who was that? aiyyo, the wu is back | |
| Makin niggaz go bo bo!, like on super cat | |
| Me fear noone, oh no, here come | |
| The wutang shogun, killer to the eardrum! | |
| Verse two: inspectah deck | |
| I puts the needle to the groove, i gets rude | |
| And i' m forced to fuck it up | |
| My style carries like a pickup truck | |
| Across the clear blue yonder | |
| Seek the china sea, i slam tracks like quarterbacks sacks from l. t. | |
| Now why try and test, the rebel ins? | |
| Blessed since the birth, i earthslam your best | |
| Cause i bake the cake, then take the cake | |
| And eat it, too, with my crew while we head state to state! | |
| Chorus: rza | |
| And if you want beef, then bring the ruckus | |
| Wutang clan ain' t nuttin ta fuck with | |
| Straight from the motherfucking slums that' s busted | |
| Wutang clan ain' t nuttin ta fuck with | |
| Interlude: rza | |
| Hyah! | |
| Step up, boy! | |
| Represent! | |
| Chop his head off, kid! | |
| Verse three: method man | |
| The meth will come out tomorrow, | |
| Styles, is wild, berserk, bizarro | |
| Flow, with more afro than rollo | |
| Comin to a fork in the road which way to go just follow | |
| Method, the legend, niggaz is sleepy hollow | |
| In fact i' m a hard act to follow | |
| I dealt for dolo, bogart comin on through | |
| Niggaz 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 | |
| Flava, comin from the rza | |
| Which is short for the razor | |
| Who make me reminisce true like deja, vu! | |
| I' m rubber, niggaz is like glue | |
| Whatever you say rubs off me sticks to you | |
| chorus | |
| rza | |
| Ahhhah! yeah | |
| Representin brooklyn queens | |
| Long island, manhattan bronx | |
| The rugged lands of shaolin | |
| Niggaz from virginia, atlanta | |
| Our boys in ohio | |
| Comin through with the crazy, whyoh whyoh | |
| Yo, niggaz from the source | |
| My man kelly moon from the gavin | |
| Rod strickland, jason ? and yeah | |
| True, true, my nigga ? it' s goin down boy | |
| We ain' t nuttin ta fuck wit | |
| The whole texas mob, the chicago mob | |
| Niggaz from detroit, fuckin california squadron | |
| Comin through knahmsayin? the whole fuckin west coast | |
| To the whole east, niggaz from d. c. | |
| Down in maryland, all the way over there in morgan state | |
| Wutang clan ain' t nuttin ta fuck wit | |
| All over the whole fuckin globe, comin through boy | |
| Peace to the fuckin zulu nation | |
| Peace to all the gods and the earths, word is bond | |
| Wutang slang, choppin heads boy | |
| It ain' t safe no more! | |
| Peace.. |
| Intro: rza | |
| tiger style | |
| tiger style tiger style | |
| Yo, huh, huh | |
| Wutang clan ain' t nuttin ta fuck wit | |
| Wutang clan ain' t nuttin ta fuck wit | |
| Wutang clan ain' t nuttin ta fuck wit | |
| There' s noplace to hide once i step inside the room | |
| Dr. doom, prepare for the boom | |
| Bam! aw, man! i slam | |
| Jam, now scream like tarzan | |
| Verse one: rza | |
| I be tossin, enforcin, my style is awesome | |
| I' m causin more family feud' s than richard dawson | |
| And the survey said ya dead | |
| Fatal flying guillotine chops off your fuckin head | |
| Mza who was that? aiyyo, the wu is back | |
| Makin niggaz go bo bo!, like on super cat | |
| Me fear noone, oh no, here come | |
| The wutang shogun, killer to the eardrum! | |
| Verse two: inspectah deck | |
| I puts the needle to the groove, i gets rude | |
| And i' m forced to fuck it up | |
| My style carries like a pickup truck | |
| Across the clear blue yonder | |
| Seek the china sea, i slam tracks like quarterbacks sacks from l. t. | |
| Now why try and test, the rebel ins? | |
| Blessed since the birth, i earthslam your best | |
| Cause i bake the cake, then take the cake | |
| And eat it, too, with my crew while we head state to state! | |
| Chorus: rza | |
| And if you want beef, then bring the ruckus | |
| Wutang clan ain' t nuttin ta fuck with | |
| Straight from the motherfucking slums that' s busted | |
| Wutang clan ain' t nuttin ta fuck with | |
| Interlude: rza | |
| Hyah! | |
| Step up, boy! | |
| Represent! | |
| Chop his head off, kid! | |
| Verse three: method man | |
| The meth will come out tomorrow, | |
| Styles, is wild, berserk, bizarro | |
| Flow, with more afro than rollo | |
| Comin to a fork in the road which way to go just follow | |
| Method, the legend, niggaz is sleepy hollow | |
| In fact i' m a hard act to follow | |
| I dealt for dolo, bogart comin on through | |
| Niggaz 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 | |
| Flava, comin from the rza | |
| Which is short for the razor | |
| Who make me reminisce true like deja, vu! | |
| I' m rubber, niggaz is like glue | |
| Whatever you say rubs off me sticks to you | |
| chorus | |
| rza | |
| Ahhhah! yeah | |
| Representin brooklyn queens | |
| Long island, manhattan bronx | |
| The rugged lands of shaolin | |
| Niggaz from virginia, atlanta | |
| Our boys in ohio | |
| Comin through with the crazy, whyoh whyoh | |
| Yo, niggaz from the source | |
| My man kelly moon from the gavin | |
| Rod strickland, jason ? and yeah | |
| True, true, my nigga ? it' s goin down boy | |
| We ain' t nuttin ta fuck wit | |
| The whole texas mob, the chicago mob | |
| Niggaz from detroit, fuckin california squadron | |
| Comin through knahmsayin? the whole fuckin west coast | |
| To the whole east, niggaz from d. c. | |
| Down in maryland, all the way over there in morgan state | |
| Wutang clan ain' t nuttin ta fuck wit | |
| All over the whole fuckin globe, comin through boy | |
| Peace to the fuckin zulu nation | |
| Peace to all the gods and the earths, word is bond | |
| Wutang slang, choppin heads boy | |
| It ain' t safe no more! | |
| Peace.. |
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