Wu-Tang Clan Aint Nuthing Ta F' Wit Songtext
von Wu‐Tang Clan

Tiger style, Tiger style (Tiger style)
Wu-Tang Clan ain′t nuthin' ta fuck with
Wu-Tang Clan ain′t nuthin' ta fuck with
Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthin′ ta fuck with

Yo, there′s no place to hide as I step inside the room
Dr. Doom, prepare for the boom
Bam! Aw, man! I, slam, jam, now scream like Tarzan

I be tossing, enforcing, my style is awesome
I'm causing more family feuds than Richard Dawson
And the survey said, "You′re dead"
Fatal Flying Guillotine chops off your fucking head
Mister, who is that? Ayo, the Wu is back
Making niggas go Bo! Bo! like I'm Super Cat
Me fear no-one, oh no, here come
The Wu-Tang shogun, killer to the eardrum


Put the needle to the groove, I gets rude and I′m forced
To fuck it up, my style carries like a pick-up truck
Cross the clear blue yonder, sea to shining sea
I slam tracks like quarterback 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

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 nuthin′ ta fuck with

Ha! Lebonon! Step up, boy!
Represent! Chop his head off, kid!

The Meth will come out tomorrow
Styles, conditions, bizarre, bizarro
Flow, with more afro than Rollo
Coming to a fork in the road, which way to go? Just follow
Meth is the legend, niggas is sleepy hollow
Infact I′m a hard act to follow
I dealt for dolo, Bogart coming on through
Niggas 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 flavor, coming from the RZA
Which is short for the razor, who make me reminisce true
Like déjà, vu! I'm rubber, niggas is like glue
Whatever you say rubs off me sticks to you


Tiger style, Tiger style
Wu-Tang Clan ain′t nuthin' ta fuck with
Wu-Tang Clan ain′t nuthin' ta fuck with
Wu-Tang Clan ain′t nuthin' ta fuck with
Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthin′ ta fuck with

Ahh-hah! Yeah! Representin′ Brooklyn, Queens
Long Island, Manhattan, Bronx
The Rugged Lands of Shaolin
Niggas from Virginia, Atlanta, our boys in Ohio
Comin' through with the crazy Y-O-Y-O
Yo, niggas from The Source
My man Kelly Woo from the Gavin
Will Strickland, Jason Staton, yeah
True, true, my nigga Crown, what′s goin' down, boy?
We ain′t nuthing ta fuck with
The whole Texas mob, the Chicago mob
Niggas from Detroit, fuckin' California squadron
Comin′ through, you know what I'm sayin'?
The whole fuckin′ West Coast to the whole East
Niggas from D.C., down to Maryland
All the way over there in Morgan State
Wu-Tang Clan ain′t nuthin' ta fuck with
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!

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Tiger style
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Tiger style
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