Wu-tang Clan - Bring Da Ruckus * Lyrics
* a href="http://wu-tang.simplenet.com/streaming_joints.htm">http://wu-tang.simplenet.com/streaming_joints.htm /a>Intro:[rza] bring da bring da mutha*****in' ruckus!En garde, i'll let you try my wu-tang styleChorus: rzaBring da mother*****in ruckusBring da mother*****in ruckusBring da mother, bring da mother*****in ruckusBring da mother*****in ruckusVerse one: raekwon the chefSomethin' 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 actWith 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 shit 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 yoPass the weed thru your shit god mic check! need a little meth yoTrue!!! back to me flippin' you and your so called zoo!You got nothin' on a nigga from staten,A drunk monk, smokin' mad skunk and stackin'!I didn't need rap shit to get me on, i was a crimey,Drivin' a benz hearin' my man's song.And when shit 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!!!ChorusVerse three: inspectah deckI rip it hardcore, like porno-flick *****esI roll with groups of ghetto bastards with biscuitsCheck it, my method on the microphone's banginWu-tang slang'll leave your headpiece hanginBust this, i'm kickin like segall, out for justiceThe roughness, yes, the rudeness, ruckusRedrum, i verbally assault with the tongueMurder one, my style shot ya knot like a stun-gunI'm hectic, i wreck it with the quicknessSet it on the microphone, and competition get blownBy this nasty ass nigga with my nigga, the rzaCharged like a bull and got pull like a triggaSo bad, stabbin up the pad with the vocab, crabI scream on ya ass like your dad, bring it on...ChorusVerse four: the genius/gzaYo, i'm more rugged than slaveman bootsNew recruits, i'm *****in' up mc troopsI break loops, and trample shit, while i stomp!A mudhole in that ass, cause i'm straight out the swampCreepin up on site, now it's fright nightMy wu-tang slang is mad *****in' dangerousAnd more deadly than the stroke of an axeChoppin through ya back *swish*Givin bystanders heart-attacksNiggas try to flip, tell me who is himI blow up his *****in prismMake it a vicious act of terrorismYou wanna bring it, so ***** itCome on and bring the ruckusAnd i provoke niggaz to kick bucketsI'm wettin cream, i ain't wettin fameWho sellin gain, i'm givin out a deadly gameIt's not the russian it's the wu-tang crushinRoulette, slip up and get *****ed like suzetteBring da *****in ruckus...ChorusSo bring it on...(x7)Punk nigga!
