Wu-Tang Clan - Bring Da Ruckus

– 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?

[Refrain:]
En guarde, I'll let you try my Wu-Tang style.

[Chorus: RZA]
Bring the mothafuckin' ruckus!
Bring the mothafuckin' ruckus!
Bring the motha, bring the mothafuckin' ruckus!
Bring the mothafuckin' ruckus!

[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]
Ghostface, catch the blast of a hype verse,
My Glock burst, leave in a hearse, I did worse.
I come rough, tough like an elephant tusk,
Ya head rush, fly like Egyptian musk.
Aww, shit! Wu-Tang Clan spark the wicks and,
However, I master the trick just like Nixon.
Causin' terror, quick damage your whole era,
Hardrocks is locked the fuck up or found shot!
PLO style, hazardous ‘cause I wreck this dangerous,
I blow spots like Waco, Texas.

[Verse 2: Raekwon]
I watch my back like I'm locked down, hardcore,
Hittin' sound, watch me act bugged and tear it down.
Illiterate 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 rollin' like forty Macs.
Now ya act convinced, I guess it makes sense,
Wu-Tang, yo soo, 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 the mothafuckin' ruckus!
Bring the mothafuckin' ruckus!
Bring the motha, bring the mothafuckin' ruckus!
Bring the mothafuckin' ruckus!

[Verse 3: 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 Seagal, out for justice,
The roughness, yes, the rudeness, ruckus,
Redrum, I verbally assault with the tongue,
Murder one, my style shock 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 trigger.
So bad, stabbin' up the pad with the vocab, crab,
I scream on your ass like your dad, bring it on.

[Chorus: RZA]
Bring the mothafuckin' ruckus!
Bring the mothafuckin' ruckus!
Bring the motha, bring the mothafuckin' ruckus!
Bring the mothafuckin' ruckus!

[Verse 4: GZA]
I'm more rugged than slaveman boots,
New recruits, I'm fuckin' up MC troops,
I break loose 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, givin' bystanders heart-attacks.
Niggas try to flip, tell me who is him,
I blow up his fucking prism, make it a vicious act of terrorism.
You wanna bring it, so fuck it, come on and bring the ruckus,
And I provoke niggas to kick buckets.
I'm wettin' cream, I ain't wettin' fame,
Who sellin' caine, 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 the fuckin' ruckus!