Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Wu-Tang Clan Ain't Nuthing Ta F' Wit , by - Wu-Tang Clan. Release date: 08.11.1993
Song language: English
Wu-Tang Clan Ain't Nuthing Ta F' Wit |
| 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, that’s freedom 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: Inspector 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 |