Wu Tang Clan Ain't Nothin' Ta F'Wit Songtext
von Wu‐Tang Clan
Wu Tang Clan Ain't Nothin' Ta F'Wit Songtext
Wu-Tang
Tiger Style!
Tiger Style!
Tiger Style! (Wu-Tang Clan ain′t nuthin ta fuck wit)
Tiger Style! (Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthin ta fuck wit)
Tiger Style! (Wu-Tang Clan ain′t nuthin ta fuck wit)
Tiger Style!
Tiger Style!
There's no place to hide once I step inside the room
Dr. Doom, prepare for the boom
Bam! Aw, man! I slam, slam, slam, slam, slam
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!"
Fatal Flying Guillotine chops off your fuckin' head
Mister "Who is that?" Ayo, the Wu is back
Makin′ niggas go Bo! Bo! like I'm Super Cat
Me fear no one, oh no, here come
Wu-Tang shogun, killer to my eardrum
Wu-Tang Clan ain′t nuthin ta fuck wit
Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthin ta fuck wit
Straight from the motherfuckin' slums that′s busted
Wu-Tang Clan we ain′t nuthin ta fuck wit
And if you want beef, then bring the ruckus!
Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthin ta fuck wit
Straight from the motherfuckin′ slums that's busted
Wu-Tang Clan ain′t nuthin ta fuck wit
Needle to the groove, I gets rude
And I'm 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
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 nuthing ta fuck wit
Straight from the motherfuckin′ slums that′s busted
Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthing ta fuck wit
Rah
Bring that bitch out
Step up son
Come inside this motherfucker
Blow this spot down
The Meth will come out tomorrow
Styles, 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!"
Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthin ta fuck wit
Wu-Tang Clan ain′t nuthin ta fuck wit
Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthin ta fuck wit
Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthin ta fuck wit
Wu-Tang Clan ain′t nuthin ta fuck wit
Wu-Tang Clan ain′t nuthin ta fuck wit
Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthin ta fuck wit
Wu-Tang Clan ain′t nuthin ta fuck wit
Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthin ta fuck wit
Straight from the motherfuckin′ slums that's busted
If you want beef, then bring the ruckus!
Straight from the motherfuckin′ slums that's busted
Biatch!
Tiger Style!
Tiger Style!
Tiger Style! (Wu-Tang Clan ain′t nuthin ta fuck wit)
Tiger Style! (Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthin ta fuck wit)
Tiger Style! (Wu-Tang Clan ain′t nuthin ta fuck wit)
Tiger Style!
Tiger Style!
There's no place to hide once I step inside the room
Dr. Doom, prepare for the boom
Bam! Aw, man! I slam, slam, slam, slam, slam
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!"
Fatal Flying Guillotine chops off your fuckin' head
Mister "Who is that?" Ayo, the Wu is back
Makin′ niggas go Bo! Bo! like I'm Super Cat
Me fear no one, oh no, here come
Wu-Tang shogun, killer to my eardrum
Wu-Tang Clan ain′t nuthin ta fuck wit
Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthin ta fuck wit
Straight from the motherfuckin' slums that′s busted
Wu-Tang Clan we ain′t nuthin ta fuck wit
And if you want beef, then bring the ruckus!
Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthin ta fuck wit
Straight from the motherfuckin′ slums that's busted
Wu-Tang Clan ain′t nuthin ta fuck wit
Needle to the groove, I gets rude
And I'm 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
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 nuthing ta fuck wit
Straight from the motherfuckin′ slums that′s busted
Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthing ta fuck wit
Rah
Bring that bitch out
Step up son
Come inside this motherfucker
Blow this spot down
The Meth will come out tomorrow
Styles, 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!"
Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthin ta fuck wit
Wu-Tang Clan ain′t nuthin ta fuck wit
Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthin ta fuck wit
Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthin ta fuck wit
Wu-Tang Clan ain′t nuthin ta fuck wit
Wu-Tang Clan ain′t nuthin ta fuck wit
Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthin ta fuck wit
Wu-Tang Clan ain′t nuthin ta fuck wit
Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthin ta fuck wit
Straight from the motherfuckin′ slums that's busted
If you want beef, then bring the ruckus!
Straight from the motherfuckin′ slums that's busted
Biatch!
Writer(s): Robert F. Diggs, Corey Woods, Lamont Hawkins, Jason S. Hunter, Clifford Smith, Dennis David Coles, Russell T. Jones, Gary E. Grice Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com