Wu-Tang Clan
Wu-Tang Clan - Bring Da Ruckus songtekst
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Shaolin shadowboxing, and the Wu-Tang sword style If what you say is true, the Shaolin and the Wu-Tang could be dangerous Do you think your Wu-Tang sword can defeat me? En garde, I'll let you try my Wu-Tang style [Chorus: RZA] Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus Bring da motherf.., bring da motherfuckin' ruckus Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus [Ghostface Killah] Ghostface, Catch the blast of a hype verse My glock bursts, leave in a hearse, I did worse I come rough, tough like an elephant tusk Your head rush, fly like Egyptian musk Aw shit, Wu-Tang Clan spark the wicks an' however, I master the trick just like Nixon, causin' terror, quick damage your whole era Hardrocks is locked the fuck up, or found shot P.L.O. style, hazardous cause I wreck this dangerous I blow sparks like Waco, Texas [Raekwon] I watch my back like I'm locked down Hardcore hittin' sound, watch me act bugged and tear it down A literate type asshole, songs goin' gold, no doubt and you watch a corny nigga fold Yeah, they fake and all that carryin' gats but yo, my Clan's rollin' like forty Macs Now your act convinced, I guess it makes sense Wu-Tang, yo suuuuuuuuu, represent I wait for one to act up Now I got him backed up Gun to his neck now, react, what? And that's one in the chamber Wu-Tang banger, 36 styles of danger [Chorus: RZA] Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus Bring da motherf.., bring da motherfuckin' ruckus Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus [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, I'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 your 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 your ass like your dad: "bring it on..." [Chorus: RZA] Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus Bring da motherf.., bring da motherfuckin' ruckus Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus [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 your back, *swish* givin' by-standers 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's 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: RZA] Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus Bring da motherf.., bring da motherfuckin' ruckus Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus So bring it on...(X7) Punk Nigga