Intro:
 [Rza] Bring da bring da muthafuckin' ruckus!
 En garde, I'll let you try my Wu-Tang style
 Chorus: RZA
 Bring da motherfuckin ruckus
 Bring da motherfuckin ruckus
 Bring da mother, bring da motherfuckin ruckus
 Bring da motherfuckin ruckus

 Verse One: Raekwon the Chef

 Somethin' 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 act
 With 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 yo
 Pass the weed thru your shit god mic check! Need a little meth yo
 true!!! 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!!!

 Chorus

 Verse Three: Inspectah Deck

 I rip it hardcore, like porno-flick bitches
 I roll with groups of ghetto bastards with biscuits
 Check it, my method on the microphone's bangin
 Wu-Tang slang'll leave your headpiece hangin
 Bust this, I'm kickin like Segall, Out for Justice
 The roughness, yes, the rudeness, ruckus
 Redrum, I verbally assault with the tongue
 Murder one, my style shot ya knot like a stun-gun
 I'm hectic, I wreck it with the quickness
 Set it on the microphone, and competition get blown
 By this nasty ass nigga with my nigga, the RZA
 Charged like a bull and got pull like a trigga
 So bad, stabbin up the pad with the vocab, crab
 I scream on ya ass like your dad, bring it on...

 Chorus

 Verse Four: The Genius/GZA

 Yo, I'm more rugged than slaveman boots
 New recruits, I'm fuckin' up MC troops
 I break loops, and trample shit, while I stomp!
 A mudhole in that ass, cause I'm straight out the swamp
 Creepin up on site, now it's Fright Night
 My Wu-Tang slang is mad fuckin' dangerous
 And more deadly than the stroke of an axe
 Choppin through ya back *swish*
 Givin bystanders heart-attacks
 Niggas try to flip, tell me who is him
 I blow up his fuckin prism
 Make it a vicious act of terrorism
 You wanna bring it, so fuck it
 Come on and bring the ruckus
 And I provoke niggaz to kick buckets
 I'm wettin CREAM, I ain't wettin fame
 Who sellin gain, I'm givin out a deadly game
 It's not the Russian it's the Wu-Tang crushin
 Roulette, slip up and get fucked like Suzette
 Bring da fuckin ruckus...

 Chorus

 So bring it on...(X7)

 punk nigga