Tang Clan Ain’t Nuthing Ta f#ck Wit Lyrics – Wu
Singer: Wu
Title: Tang Clan Ain’t Nuthing Ta f#ck Wit
Tiger Style!
Tiger Style! (Tiger style!)
Yo, there’s no place to hide once I step inside the room
Dr. Doom, prepare for the boom
Bam! Aw, man! I slam, jam, now scream like Tarzan
I be tossin’, enforcin’, my style is awesome
I’m causin’ more family feud than Richard Dawson
And the survey said, “You’re dead!”
Fatal Flying Guillotine chops off your f#ckin’ head
Makin’ n#gg#s go Bo! Bo! like I’m Super Cat
Me fear no one, oh no, here come
Put the needle to the groove, I gets rude
And I’m forced to f#ck it up
My 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
Now 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 while we head state to state
And if you want beef, then bring the ruckus!
Straight from the motherf#ckin’ slums that’s busted
Hah! Lebonon, step up, boy!
Represent! Chop his head off, kid!
The Meth will come out tomorrow
Styles, conditions, bizarre, bizarro
Flow, with more afro than Rollo
Comin’ to a fork in the road, which way to go? Just follow
Meth is the legend, n#gg#s is sleepy hollow
In fact I’m a hard act to follow
I dealt for dolo, Bogart comin’ on through
n#gg#s is like, “Oh my God, not you!”
Yes, I come to get a slice of the punk and the pie
Rather do than die, check my flavor
Comin’ from the RZA, which is short for The Razor
Who make me reminisce true
Like déjà vu, I’m rubber, n#gg#s is like glue
Whatever you say rubs off me sticks to you
Ahh-hah! Yeah! Representin’ Brooklyn, Queens
Long Island, Manhattan, Bronx
The Rugged Lands of Shaolin
n#gg#s from Virginia, Atlanta, our boys in Ohio
Comin’ through with the crazy Y-O Y-O
Yo, n#gg#s from The Source
My man Kelly Woo from the Gavin
Will Strickland, Jason Staton, yeah
True, true, my n#gg# Crown, what’s goin’ down, boy?
We ain’t nuthing ta f#ck wit
The whole Texas mob, the Chicago mob
n#gg#s from Detroit, f#ckin’ California squadron
Comin’ through, you know what I’m sayin’?
The whole f#ckin’ West Coast to the whole East
n#gg#s from D.C., down in Maryland
All the way over there in Morgan State
All over the whole f#ckin’ globe, comin’ through, boy
Peace to the f#ckin’ Zulu Nation
Peace to all the Gods and the Earths, word is bond
It ain’t safe no more, peace!
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