Ain`t Nuthing Ta Fuck Wit Lyrics

Ain`t Nuthing Ta Fuck Wit lyrics

Chorus:

 Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthing ta fuck wit

 Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthing ta fuck wit

 Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthing ta fuck wit

 

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

 Dr. Doom, prepare for the boom

 BAM! Aw, MAN! I SLAM

 JAM, I scream like Tarzan

 

 (RZA)

 

 I be tossin, enforcin, my style is awesome

 I'm causin more Family Fued's than Richard Dawson

 And the survey said--ya dead

 Fatal Flying Guillotine chops off your fuckin head

 MZA who was that? Aiyyo, the Wu is back

 Makin niggaz go BO BO!, like on Super Cat

 Me fear no one, oh no, here come

 The Wu-Tang shogun, killer to the eardrum!

 

 (Inspector Deck)

 

 I puts the needle to the groove, I gets rude

 And I'm forced to fuck it up

 My style carries like a pickup truck

 Across the clear blue yonder

 Seek the China Sea, I slam tracks like quarterbacks 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!

 

 Chorus: RZA

 

 Interlude (RZA)

 

 Hyah!

 Step up, boy!

 Represent!

 Chop off his head, kid!

 

 (Method Man)

 

 The Meth will come out tomorrow,

 Styles, is wild, berserk, bizarro

 Flow, with more afro than Rollo

 Comin to a fork in the road which way to go just follow

 Method, the Legend, niggaz is Sleepy Hollow

 In fact I'm a hard act to follow

 I dealt for dolo

 Niggaz 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

 Flava, comin from the RZA

 Which is short for the razor

 Who make me reminisce true like Deja

 Vu! I'm rubber, niggaz is like glue

 Whatever you say rubs off me sticks to you

 

 Chorus & Shout outs