Wu-Tang Clan Ain't Nuthing Ta F' Wit (Live)

[Intro]

Tiger style

Oh (Uh, uh)

Turn the music up

Come on, come on

Wu-Tang Clan ain't nothin’ to fuck with

Wu-Tang Clan ain't nothin' to fuck with

Wu-Tang Clan ain’t nothin' to fuck with (Yo)

[Verse 1: RZA]

There's no place to hide once I step inside the room

Dr. Doom, prepare for the boom

Bam, aw man, I slam

Jam this— (Like Tarzan) Yo

I be tossin', enforcin', my style is awesome

I'm causin' more family feud (Than Richard Dawson)

And the survey said ("You're dead")

The Fatal Flying Guillotine chops off your fuckin’ head

Mister, who is that? (Ayo, the Wu is back)

Makin’ niggas go (Buck, buck) like I'm Super Cat

Me fear no one, oh no, here come

The Wu-Tang shogun, killer to my eardrum

[Verse 2: Inspectah Deck]

Needle to the groove, I gets rude

Forced to fuck it up, style carries like a pick-up truck

Cross the clear blue yonder, sea to shinin’ sea

I slam tracks like quarterback sacks from L.T. 

So 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, we head state to state

[Chorus: All]

And if you want beef, then bring the ruckus

Wu-Tang Clan ain't nothin' to fuck with

Straight from the motherfuckin’ slums that's busted

Wu-Tang Clan ain't nothin' to fuck with

[Interlude]

Yo, yo, yo, yo

Yo, yo, yo, yo

Yo, yo, yo, yo (Come on, come on, come on)

[Verse 3: Method Man]

The Meth will come out (Tomorrow)

Style, conditions, bizarre (Bizarro)

Flow with more afro than (Rollo)

Comin' to a fork in the road, which way to go? (Just follow)

Meth is the legend, niggas is sleepy (Hollow)

In fact I'm a hard act to (Follow)

I dealt for dolo, Bogart comin' 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

Comin' 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)

[Pre-Chorus]

Tiger style

Tiger style

[Chorus]

Wu-Tang Clan ain't nothin' to fuck with

Wu-Tang Clan ain't nothin' to fuck with

Wu-Tang Clan ain't nothin' to fuck with

Wu-Tang Clan ain't nothin' to fuck with

[Outro]

Rah

We lookin', we look at you

Yeah, yeah

We see y'all (Let's go, baby, 'bout to pop off)