| Tiger style
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| Yo, huh, huh
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| Wu-Tang Clan Ain’t Nuttin Ta Fuck Wit
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| Wu-Tang Clan Ain’t Nuttin Ta Fuck Wit
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| Wu-Tang Clan Ain’t Nuttin Ta Fuck Wit
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| There’s noplace to hide once I step inside the room
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| Dr. Doom, prepare for the boom
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| BAM! |
| Aw, MAN! |
| I SLAM
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| JAM, that’s freedom like Tarzan
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| Verse One: RZA
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| I be tossin, enforcin, my style is awesome
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| I’m causin more Family Feud’s than Richard Dawson
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| And the survey said -- ya dead
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| Fatal Flying Guillotine chops off your fuckin head
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| MZA who was that? |
| Aiyyo, the Wu is back
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| Makin niggaz go BO BO!, like on Super Cat
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| Me fear no-one, oh no, here come
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| The Wu-Tang shogun, killer to the eardrum!
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| Verse Two: Inspector Deck
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| I puts the needle to the groove, I gets rude
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| And I’m forced to fuck it up
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| My style carries like a pickup truck
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| Across the clear blue yonder
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| Seek the China Sea, I slam tracks like quarterbacks sacks from L.T.
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| Now why try and test, the Rebel INS?
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| Blessed since the birth, I earth-slam your best
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| Cause I bake the cake, then take the cake
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| And eat it, too, with my crew while we head state to state!
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| Chorus: RZA
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| And if you want beef, then bring the ruckus
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| Wu-Tang Clan ain’t nuttin ta fuck with
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| Straight from the motherfucking slums that’s busted
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| Wu-Tang Clan ain’t nuttin ta fuck with
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| Interlude: RZA
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| Hyah!
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| Step up, boy!
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| Represent!
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| Chop his head off, kid!
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| Verse Three: Method Man
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| The Meth will come out tomorrow,
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| Styles, is wild, berserk, bizarro
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| Flow, with more afro than Rollo
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| Comin to a fork in the road which way to go just follow
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| Method, the Legend, niggaz is Sleepy Hollow
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| In fact I’m a hard act to follow
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| I dealt for dolo
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| Bogart comin on through
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| Niggaz is like «Oh, my God, not you!»
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| Yes, I, Come to get a slice of the punk and the pie
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| Rather do than die, check my
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| Flava, comin from the RZA
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| Which is short for the razor
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| Who make me reminisce true like Deja
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| Vu! |
| I’m rubber, niggaz is like glue
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| Whatever you say rubs off me sticks to you |