Bring Da RuckusShame on a NiggaClan in Da FrontWu-Tang: 7th ChamberCan It Be All So SimpleDa Mystery of Chessboxin'Wu-Tang Clan Ain't Nuthing Ta F' WitC.R.E.A.M.*Method ManProtect Ya NeckTearzWu-Tang: 7th Chamber - Part 2

"Shame on a Nigga"[Intro: Raekwon the Chef][martial arts movie sample]Yeah, yo, aightPass the meth!(nizzuh nzza punk nigguh, yeah!)Yeah, aightkick the raw style, yeahFly that fuckin sack[Chorus:]Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a niggaWu buck wild with the trigger!Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a niggaWu buck- I FUCK yo' ass up! What?(HUT ONE, HUT TWO, HUT THREE, HUT!)[Verse One: Ol Dirty Bastard, Method Man, Raekwon the Chef]Ol' Dirty Bastard, live and uncut!Styles unbreakable, shatterproofTo the young youth, ya wanna get gun? Shoot!BLAOW! How you like me now? Don't fuck the styleRuthless wild!Do ya wanna getcha teeth knocked the FUCK out?Wanna get on it like that, well then shout!Yo RZA, yo razor!Hit me with the majorThe damage, my Clan understand it be flavorGunnin, hummin comin atchaFirst I'm gonna getcha, once I gotcha, I gat-chaYou could never capture the Method Man's statureFor rhyme and for rapture, got niggaz resigning, now mastermy style? Never! I put the fucking buck in the wild kid, I'm terrorRazor sharp, I sever the head from the shoulders, I'm betterthan my compeda, you mean competitor, whadeva!Let's get together(Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a niggaWu buckwild with the tri-BLAOW!)I react so thick, I'm phat, and YO!Rae came blowing and blew off ya headphones blackRap from yo Cali to TexasSmoother than a Lexus, now's my turn to WRECK thisBrothers approach and half step, but ain't heardHALF of it yet, and I bet you're not a fuckin vetSo, when you see me on the real, formin like VoltronRemember I got deep like a Navy Seal[Verse Two: Ol Dirty Bastard]Yo...!I come with that ol' locoStyle from my vocalCouldn't peep it with a pair of bi-focalsI'm no joker! Play me as a jokerBe on you like a house on fire! Smoke ya!Crews be actin like they gangs, anywayBe like, "Warriors! Come out and playiyay!"Burn me, I get into shit, I let it out like diarrheaGot burnt once, but that was only gonorrheaDirty, I keep shit stinks in my drawersSo I can get fzza-funky for yahMurder, taste the flame of the Wu-Tang RAHH!Here comes the Tiger verse Crane!Ow, be like wild with my stylePunk! You playing me, chump, you get DUMPEDWU! Is comin THROUGH! At a theatre near YOU!And get funk like a SHOE!What?!

"Wu-Tang Clan Ain't Nuthing Ta F' Wit"[Intro: RZA]Tiger styleYo, huh, huhWu-Tang Clan Ain't Nuttin Ta Fuck WitWu-Tang Clan Ain't Nuttin Ta Fuck WitWu-Tang Clan Ain't Nuttin Ta Fuck WitThere's noplace to hide once I step inside the roomDr. Doom, prepare for the boomBAM! Aw, MAN! I SLAMJAM, now scream like Tarzan[Verse One: RZA]I be tossin, enforcin, my style is awesomeI'm causin more Family Feud's than Richard DawsonAnd the survey said -- ya deadFatal Flying Guillotine chops off your fuckin headMZA who was that? Aiyyo, the Wu is backMakin niggaz go BO BO!, like on Super CatMe fear no-one, oh no, here comeThe Wu-Tang shogun, killer to the eardrum![Verse Two: Inspectah Deck]I puts the needle to the groove, I gets rudeAnd I'm forced to fuck it upMy style carries like a pickup truckAcross the clear blue yonderSeek 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 bestCause I bake the cake, then take the cakeand eat it, too, with my crew while we head state to state![Chorus: RZA]And if you want beef, then bring the ruckusWu-Tang Clan ain't nuttin ta fuck withStraight from the motherfucking slums that's bustedWu-Tang Clan ain't nuttin ta fuck with[Interlude: RZA]Hyah!Step up, boy!Represent!Chop his head off, kid![Verse Three: Method Man]The Meth will come out tomorrow,Styles, is wild, berserk, bizarroFlow, with more afro than RolloComin to a fork in the road which way to go just followMethod, the Legend, niggaz is Sleepy HollowIn fact I'm a hard act to followI dealt for dolo, Bogart comin on throughNiggaz is like "Oh, my God, not you!"Yes, I, come to get a slice of the punk and the pieRather do than die, check myflava, comin from the RZAwhich is short for the razorWho make me reminisce true like Deja, Vu!I'm rubber, niggaz is like glueWhatever you say rubs off me sticks to you[Chorus][RZA]Ahh-hah! YeahRepresentin Brooklyn QueensLong Island, Manhattan BronxThe Rugged Lands of ShaolinNiggaz from Virginia, AtlantaOur boys in Ohiocomin through with the crazy, why-oh why-ohYo, niggaz from The SourceMy man Kelly Moon from the GAVINRod Strickland, Jason ? and yeahtrue, true, my nigga ? it's goin down boyWe ain't nuttin ta fuck witThe whole Texas mob, the Chicago mobNiggaz from Detroit, fuckin California squadroncomin through knahmsayin? The whole fuckin West coastto the whole East, niggaz from D.C.Down in Maryland, all the way over there in Morgan StateWu-Tang Clan ain't nuttin ta fuck witall over the whole fuckin globe, comin through boyPeace to the fuckin Zulu NationPeace to all the Gods and the Earths, word is bondWu-Tang slang, choppin heads boyIt ain't safe no more!Peace..

"Tearz"[Chorus: (sampled)]After laughter, comes tears[Verse One: The RZA]Yo check yo yo, check the scriptMe and the gods get it rippedBlunts in the dip, forty dogs in my lipHad a box, 'Boom Boom' the bass will blastWe was laughing, at all the girls that passedConversation, brothers had begin to discuss(Hey yo, Ra, remember that kid ya bust?)Aw yeah, he ran, but he didn't get farCause I dropped him, heh heh heh heh heh HANot knowin, exactly what lied aheadMy little brother, my mother sent him out for breadGet the Wonder, it's a hot day in the summerDidn't expect, to come across, a crazy gunner"Hey Shorty, check it for the bag and the dough"But he was brave, looked him in the eye, and said "No!!"Money splattered him, BOW! then he snatched the bagIn his pockets, then he jetted up the Ave.Girls screamin, the noise up and down the block(Hey, Rakeem!) What? (Your little brother got shot!)I ran frantically, then I dropped down to his feetI saw the blood, all over, the hot concreteI picked him up, then I held him by his headHis eyes shut, that's when I knew he was...Aw man! How do I say goodbye?It's alway the good ones who have to dieMemories in the corner of my mindFlashbacks, I was laughin all the timeI taught him, all about the bees and birdsBut I wish I had a chance to sing these three words[Chorus][Verse Two: Ghostface Killer]Me and my man, my ace big Moe from the shelterBout to hit the skins, from this girl named ThelmaNow Thelma had a rep, that was higher than her neckEvery girl from Shaolin dissed her respectWe was stimmy, you know how it is when you're blitzedThree o'clock in the morning, something gots to giveMoe said he'll go first, I said I'll take nextHere, take this raincoat, and practice safe sexHe seemed to ignore, I said be for realShe's not even worth it, to go raw dealA man's gonna do what a man's gonna doHe got butt-naked and stuck the power UTwenty minutes went by, my man went out, without a doubtI'm not pumpin' up, I am, airin outHey yo, he came out laughing with gloryI'm surprised, he's still livin', to tell his storyBut he carried on, with the same old stuff with Stephanie, like a whammy, he pressed his luckBoth tried to be down with O.P.P.Ain't nuttin' wrong but he got caught with the H.I.V. nowNo life to live, doc says two more yearsSo after the laughter, I guess comes the tears[Chorus X2]

[Ghostface Killah]For cryin out loud my style is wild so book meNot long is how long that this rhyme took meEjectin, styles from my lethal weaponMy pen that rocks from here to OregonHere's Mordigan, catch it like a psycho flashbackI love gats, if rap was a gun, you wouldn't bust backI come with shit that's all types of shapes and soundsAnd where I lounge is my stompin groundsI give a order to my peeps across the waterTo go and snatch up props all around the borderAnd get far like a shootin starCause who I are, is dim in the light of Pablo EscobarPoint blank as I kick the square biz There it is you're fuckin with pros and there it goes[RZA]Yo chill with the feedback black we don't need thatIt's ten o'clock hoe, where the fuck's your seed atFeelin mad hostile, ran the apostleFlowin like Christ when I speaks the gospelStroll with the holy roll then attack the globe with the buckus stylethe ruckus, ten times ten men committin mad sinTurn the other cheek and I'll break your fuckin chinSlayin boom-bangs like African drums (we'll be)Comin around the mountain when I comeCrazy flamboyant for the rap enjoymentMy clan increase like black unemploymentYeah, another one dare, G-Gka-GeniusTake us the fuck outta here[Genius]The Wu is too slammin for these Cold Killin labelsSome ain't had hits since I seen Aunt MabelBe doin artists in like Cain did Abel Now they money's gettin stuck to the gum under the tableThat's what ya get when ya misuse what I inventYour empire falls and ya lose every centFor tryin to blow up a scrubNow that thought was just as bright as a 20-watt light bulbShould of pumped it when I rocked itNiggaz so stingy they got short arms and deep pocketsThis goes on in some companiesWith majors they're scared to death to pump theseFirst of all, who's your A&RA mountain climber who plays an electric guitarBut he don't know the meaning of dopeWhen he's lookin for a suit and tie rapthat's cleaner than a bar of soapAnd I'm the dirtiest thing in sightMatter of fact bring out the girls and let's have a mud fight[*sounds of fighting*][RZA] You best protect ya neck [4X]

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