Wu-Tang Clan Ain’t Nuthing Ta F’ Wit (Live) Wu-Tang Clan

[Intro]
Tiger style
Oh (Uh, uh)
Turn the music up
Come on, come on
Wu-Tang Clan ain't nothin’ to fuck with
Wu-Tang Clan ain't nothin' to fuck with
Wu-Tang Clan ain’t nothin' to fuck with (Yo)

[Verse 1: RZA]
There's no place to hide once I step inside the room
Dr. Doom, prepare for the boom
Bam, aw man, I slam
Jam this— (Like Tarzan) Yo
I be tossin', enforcin', my style is awesome
I'm causin' more family feud (Than Richard Dawson)
And the survey said ("You're dead")
The Fatal Flying Guillotine chops off your fuckin’ head
Mister, who is that? (Ayo, the Wu is back)
Makin’ niggas go (Buck, buck) like I'm Super Cat
Me fear no one, oh no, here come
The Wu-Tang shogun, killer to my eardrum

[Verse 2: Inspectah Deck]
Needle to the groove, I gets rude
Forced to fuck it up, style carries like a pick-up truck
Cross the clear blue yonder, sea to shinin’ sea
I slam tracks like quarterback sacks from L.T. 
So why try and test the Rebel INS?
Blessed since the birth, I earth-slam (Your best)
'Cause I bake the cake, then take the cake
And eat it, too, with my crew, we head state to state