Bring Da Ruckus

Intro:<br><br>Shaolin shadowboxing, and the Wu-Tang sword style<br>If what you say is true, the Shaolin and the Wu-Tang<br>could be dangerous<br>Do you think your Wu-Tang sword can defeat me?<br><br>En garde, I`ll let you try my Wu-Tang style<br><br>Chorus: RZA<br><br>Bring da motherfuckin ruckus<br>Bring da motherfuckin ruckus<br>Bring da mother, bring da motherfuckin ruckus<br>Bring da motherfuckin ruckus<br><br>Verse One: Ghostface Killah<br><br>Ghostface, catch the blast of a hype verse<br>My glock bursts, leave in a hearse, I did worse<br>I come rough, tough like an elephant tusk<br>Ya head rush, fly like Egyptian musk<br>Aw shit, Wu-Tang Clan spark the wicks an`<br>However, I master the trick just like Nixon<br>Causin terror, quick damage ya whole era<br>Hardrocks is locked the fuck up, or found shot<br>P.L.O. style, hazardous, cause I wreck this dangerous<br>I blow sparks like Waco, Texas<br><br>Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef<br><br>I watch my back like I`m locked down, hardcore<br>Hittin sound, watch me act bugged, and tear it down<br>A literate type asshole, songs goin gold, no doubt<br>and you watch a corny nigga fold<br>Yeah, they fake and all that<br>Carryin gats but yo, my Clan<br>Rollin like forty Macs<br>Now ya act convinced, I guess it makes sense<br>Wu-Tang, yo sewwwwwwwww, represent<br>I wait for one to act up<br>Now I got him backed up<br>Gun to his neck now, react what?<br>And that`s one in the chamber<br>Wu-Tang banger, 36 styles of danger<br><br>Chorus<br><br>Verse Three: Inspectah Deck<br><br>I rip it hardcore, like porno-flick bitches<br>I roll with groups of ghetto bastards with biscuits<br>Check it, my method on the microphone`s bangin<br>Wu-Tang slang`ll leave your headpiece hangin<br>Bust this, I`m kickin like Segall, Out for Justice<br>The roughness, yes, the rudeness, ruckus<br>Redrum, I verbally assault with the tongue<br>Murder one, my style shot ya knot like a stun-gun<br>I`m hectic, I wreck it with the quickness<br>Set it on the microphone, and competition get blown<br>By this nasty ass nigga with my nigga, the RZA<br>Charged like a bull and got pull like a trigga<br>So bad, stabbin up the pad with the vocab, crab<br>I scream on ya ass like your dad, bring it on...<br><br>Chorus<br><br>Verse Four: The Genius/GZA<br><br>Yo, I`m more rugged than slaveman boots<br>New recruits, I`m fuckin` up MC troops<br>I break loops, and trample shit, while I stomp!<br>A mudhole in that ass, cause I`m straight out the swamp<br>Creepin up on site, now it`s Fright Night<br>My Wu-Tang slang is mad fuckin` dangerous<br>And more deadly than the stroke of an axe<br>Choppin through ya back *swish*<br>Givin bystanders heart-attacks<br>Niggas try to flip, tell me who is him<br>I blow up his fuckin prism<br>Make it a vicious act of terrorism<br>You wanna bring it, so fuck it<br>Come on and bring the ruckus<br>And I provoke niggaz to kick buckets<br>I`m wettin CREAM, I ain`t wettin fame<br>Who sellin gain, I`m givin out a deadly game<br>It`s not the Russian it`s the Wu-Tang crushin<br>Roulette, slip up and get fucked like Suzette<br>Bring da fuckin ruckus...<br><br>Chorus<br><br>So bring it on...(X7) <br><br>punk nigga!