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Versuri Bring da ruckus
- Wu-Tang Clan

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Artist: Wu Tang Clan
Song: Bring Da Ruckus.

Album: Enter the Wu-Tang (36 Chambers).

[Intro:].

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 motherf***kin ruckus
Bring da motherf***kin ruckus
Bring da mother, bring da motherf***kin ruckus
Bring da motherf***kin ruckus.

[Verse One: 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
Ya head rush, fly like Egyptian musk
Aw s***, Wu-Tang Clan spark the wicks an'
However, I master the trick just like Nixon
Causin terror, quick damage ya whole era
Hardrocks is locked the f***k up, or found shot
P. L. O. style, hazardous, cause I wreck this dangerous
I blow sparks like Waco, Texas.

[Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef].

I watch my back like I'm locked down, hardcore
Hittin sound, watch me act bugged, and tear it down
A literate type a*shole, 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 sewwwwwwwww, 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].

[Verse Three: Inspectah Deck].

I rip it hardcore, like p****-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 a*sault 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 a*s 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 a*s like your dad, bring it on..

[Chorus].

[Verse Four: The Genius/GZA].

Yo, I'm more rugged than slaveman boots
New recruits, I'm f***kin' up MC troops
I break loops, and trample s***, while I stomp!
A mudhole in that a*s, cause I'm straight out the swamp
Creepin up on site, now it's Fright Night
My Wu-Tang slang is mad f***kin' 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 f***kin prism
Make it a vicious act of terrorism
You wanna bring it, so f***k 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 f***ked like Suzette
Bring da f***kin ruckus..

[Chorus].

So bring it on.. [X7].

punk nigga!