Wu Tang Clan Wu-Tang Clan - Bring Da Rukus Lyrics

[Rza] Bring da bring da m____fuckin' ruckus!

En garde, I'll let you try my Wu-Tang style

[Chorus: RZA]

Bring da m_________in ruckus
Bring da m_________in ruckus
Bring da mother, bring da m_________in ruckus
Bring da m_________in ruckus

[Verse One: Raekwon the Chef]

Somethin' new from my real live raps and so catch this,
While I kick a verse like chapters.
I'm all of that, proceed with the militant act
With the rugged Timberlands or with boots that's black!
But on the real, I'm cold like blue steel.
Out to catch a hit and make a mil...[CHILL!]
Maintain yourself black! You're strappin' all of that!
But you ain't got s___ in this shack Jack!!!
That's my word! I'm used to beef and I can eat it mad raw,
And pick it out my gold teeth!
But yo! Back to the subject, Wu's tryin' ta get wrecked yo
Pass the weed thru your s___ god mic check! Need a little meth yo
true!!! Back to me flippin' you and your so called zoo!
You got nothin' on a n____ from Staten,
A drunk monk, smokin' mad skunk and stackin'!
I didn't need rap s___ to get me on, I was a crimey,
Drivin' a Benz hearin' my man's song.
And when s___ gone broke out, everybody got smoked out,
And cops drove the wrong route!
Don't act evil and possess to hurt me, 40 gunz be flowin' in ya face,
Who want's some!!!

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: Inspectah Deck]

I rip it hardcore, like p___o-flick b____es
I roll with groups of ghetto b______s 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____ with my n____, 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 s___, 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____s 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____z 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____!