Bring da Ruckus (Live in San Bernadino, CA)

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

Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus

Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus

Bring da mother, bring da motherfuckin' ruckus

Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus (bring)

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 shit, Wu-Tang Clan spark the wicks an'

However, I master the trick just like Nixon

Causin' terror, quick damage ya whole era

Hard rocks is locked the fuck up, or found shot

P.L.O. style, hazardous, 'cause I wreck this dangerous

I blow sparks like Waco, Texas

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 suu, 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 (danger)

Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus

Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus

Bring da mother, bring da motherfuckin' ruckus

Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus

Bring da mother, bring da, bring da motherfuckin' ruckus

Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus

Bring da mother, bring da motherfuckin' ruckus

Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus (so bring it on)

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'll leave your headpiece hangin'

Bust this, I'm kickin' like Segal, Out For Justice

The roughness, yes, the rudeness, ruckus

Redrum, I verbally assault 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-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 ya ass like your dad, bring it on

Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus

Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus

Bring da mother, bring da motherfuckin' ruckus

Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus

Yo, I'm more rugged than slave man boots

New recruits, I'm fuckin' up MC troops

I break loops, and trample shit, while I stomp

A mud hole 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 ya back, pssh

Givin' bystanders 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 want to 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, you get fucked like Suzette

Bring da fuckin' ruckus

Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus

Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus

En garde, I'll let you try my Wu-Tang style

So bring it on, so bring it on

So bring it on, so bring it on

So bring it on, so bring it on

So bring it on, nigga