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Wu-Tang Clan - Keep Watch

Wu-Tang Clan - Keep Watch Lyrics and Youtube Music Videos

Album: A Better Tomorrow
Released: 2014

Keep Watch Lyrics

I ain't trying to be no D-boy
I love music, I'm a b-boy
Are you the undercover or the decoy
I'm heavy with the D, Trouble T Roy
A pit with no muzzle, about to bust your bubble like a tree lord
Too much marijuana got me p-noid
I'm killing instrumentals with that All So Simple Can It Be, boy
Shout to Lil Cease, B.I.G., boy
And Funk Doctor Spock, I mean Redman that's not Leonard Nimoy
88 keys on the keyboard
I'm down to catch wreck, take them first three letters out of record
It's Meth, you heard it through the wire I could be more
Or washed up like Sonny Black's body on the seashore
That's a problem, I could be yours
A monster without the mad scientist and Igor
I've heard it before, a third of these boys
Got murder raps and never even murdered before

Keep Watch, lights out when the beat drop
Keeping the streets locked
I'm calling all G's from each block, from each block
Keep watch, lame niggas out there can kick rocks
Run these streets out here don't need cops
I'm calling all G's from each block, from each block

Codename Sensei, I live what my pen say
Game hall of fame, flow is MJ
Muy caliente, je m'apelle Rebel, capiche, comprende?
Son I'm touching 'em up, trust I'm like
Justin Tuck how they ducking the rush
Trying to break bad, you catch a bad break
Like I own a bake shop how I stack cakes
Greatness was nothing, Deck the next Nike ad
Wifey bad and my life got 'em slightly mad
Cause I shine like chrome in July
Soldier I opened your eyes, noticed the lies
DEA say I'm drugging 'em
I get you leaning hard, I get the fiends to nod, I mean they loving 'em
All hail your highness, terrific win
Put a so-called beast in his place, Pacific Rim

Keep watch, lights out when the beat drop
Keeping the streets locked
I'm calling all G's from each block, from each block
Keep watch, lame niggas out there can kick rocks
Run these streets out here don't need cops
I'm calling all G's from each block, from each block

Foul ass police, crooked ass friends
I don't give a fuck yo, the drama never ends
I'm a project nigga, I don't care about the Benz
Plus I had a lot of chicks, you can have those bitches
But I murder your bloodclot if you touch my riches
Yeah crazy ass skipper, I be in the slums, nigga
Fuck where I come from I'm a quiet gangster nigga
First I get you comfortable, then I start shanking niggas
Park Hill code is don't violate the family
Brother to brother it's no snakes in the amnesty
I come through wilding on some Wu-Tang Can It Be
Googly-eyed nigga, chop his face in the ministry
Never scared to do the time, fuck the penitentiary
Leave a bunch of dead niggas, don't forget to mention me
The angel of rap, the un-ordinary light
Already did what I was gonna do before you even got the mic

We left a large solar cloud distinguished by size
Interaction with the wise and civilized
The mind caused matter to fall into a center
A great deal of heat that'll radiate within ya
From out of this collision
The central cord became thick enough to trap its own light and bring vision
Each drop full of Hip Hop energy
Balanced on all sides such great symmetry
The bars unlocked the power of the stars
The mirror in the telescope pinpoint the Gods
From a distance, acting as a guiding coach
Analyze the board, universal approach
Retune the soul to a certain pitch
Changing the frequency frequently, hitting a certain switch
The love is paramount, the connect is brotherly
Respect for the intellect and broad discovery

Keep watch, lights out when the beat drop
Keeping the streets locked
I'm calling all G's from each block, from each block
Keep watch, lame niggas out there can kick rocks
Run these streets out here don't need cops
I'm calling all G's from each block, from each block

Writer/s: Bean, Ronald Maurice / Hunter, Jason S. / Hill, Darryl A / Grice, Gary E / Smith, Clifford M
Publisher: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group
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Keep Watch

The first track lifted from A Better Tomorrow features guest R&B singer-songwriter Nathaniel on the hook who makes it clear the Wu is back. Longtime collaborator DJ Mathematics supplies the marching beat. Wu-Tang described the cut as "Classic 90s Mono Beat, infused with lyrical dart throwing content."

Method Man shouts out Kanye and Frankenstein's right-hand man, Igor, in the first verse, while also referencing Star Trek's Leonard Nimoy. Second in line is Inspectah Deck, who weaves some bi-lingual wordplays. Third up up is Cappadonna who offers up some gritty bars and GZA wrap things up with some astronomical-related couplets. Raekwon doesn't appear on the cut and tweeted "Keep dreaming" after the track appeared online, maybe as a nod to the title.

Wu-Tang Clan - Ron O'Neal

Wu-Tang Clan - Ron O'Neal Youtube Music Videos and Lyrics

Album: A Better Tomorrow
Released: 2014

Ron O'Neal Lyrics

No matter what the weather, we be getting our cheddar
So we can have a better tomorrow
Oh, money, cars, superstars, getting ours, working hard
For a better tomorrow

Coach, put me in the game
I'm for real, other peoples tryna to put me in them chains
Whatever the topic, let's put it in the frame
We can even load it and cock it and put it in they brains
I'm saying, some rappers do it for a chain
Kill yourself, I know killers that'll do it for some change
These veterans is slipping, they ain't doing it the same
I don't slip, set a pick and put a shooter in your lane
Precise, 'bout shoot them at the range
But I ain't tryna shoot it with you rappers, I'll just shoot it at your dame
Y'all never should have threw me in the game
Found a new word for weed, that was so mean
I threw it in my name

My soul laid out on the block like arms spraying
The law hating, warring like Blacks and Caucasians
God versus Satan, I'm laying in the dark
With the Mossberg, waiting, letting off first basing
Slim from the cotton club washing a scrub
Deuce high when he cruise by, spotting his love
Hold the mic like a .38 muzzle to snub
This flow, call it OJ blood on the glove
Above rap, capital G's speak on the facts
Please believe that, meaning that I keep it a stack
He's back, he a beast on the track
The only time that I go soft is probably with your freak in the sack
Feel the bass make sure he shake
Murder verse, first forty-eight
Manslaughter, nearly caught a case
I crack heads more than base
Stack bread when I orchestrate, that said y'all the base

No matter what the weather, we be getting that cheddar
So we can have a better tomorrow
Oh, money, cars, superstars, getting ours, working hard
For a better tomorrow

I seen niggas sniff coke through a crazy straw
Come out they shirts sweating bullets with the Bobby Brown jaw
Dry mouth, grinding back and forth plus he's steaming a Newport
We all holdin' the torch
A few staircase murders, some burners don't blam right
Guns that kicked around the wall you better stand tight
Full of X, AK's, whilin' in lobbys, bulletproof PJ's
Fuck around and get spunned like the DJ
Csi traumatized by viewing the instant replay
Spongebob niggas get scars nigga
I'm off style in any section of the hood I'll pull your car nigga

No matter what the weather, we be getting that cheddar
So we can have a better tomorrow
Oh, money, cars, superstars, getting ours, working hard
For a better tomorrow

See ignorance wouldn't allow retreat
So you rather pursue death than admit defeat
See ignorance wouldn't allow retreat
So you rather pursue death than admit defeat (ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, yo)

I used to be so narcissistic, park the whip and spark the biscuits
Spit hollow tipped shells at the Narcs with quickness
Live to tell the tale, 'cause only God's my witness
Been a long time, change gonna come son, I'm optimistic
I hold the steel like Ron O'Neal
Super fly, do or die, killer hill, Brownsville
Never win, never will, yes I can, yes I will
Put a dot upon your knot then I drill through your grill
Like a dentist, my apprentice speaks with a vengeance
Demented scientists counting bodies in the trenches
That's judges off the benches, got inches for y'all wenches
We plant those hot seeds then drove in cold winters

No matter what the weather, we be getting that cheddar
So we can have a better tomorrow
Oh, money, cars, superstars, getting ours, working hard
For a better tomorrow

See ignorance wouldn't allow retreat
So you rather pursue death than admit defeat
See ignorance wouldn't allow retreat
So you rather pursue death than admit defeat

No matter what the weather, we be getting that cheddar
So we can have a better tomorrow
Oh, money, cars, superstars, getting ours, working hard
For a better tomorrow

Writer/s: DIGGS, ROBERT F. / COLES, DENNIS DAVID / HUNTER, JASON S. / SMITH, CLIFFORD / PETERSON, NATHANIEL / TURNER, ELGIN EVANDER
Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group
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Ron O'Neal Song Chart

The first single from Wu Tang Clan's A Better Tomorrow album, this takes its name from the late actor who played coke dealer Youngblood Priest in the 1972 Blaxploitation classic Super Fly. RZA compares himself to Ron O'Neal in his verse when the rapper declares that he will win just like O'Neal's Super Fly character does at the end of the movie.

The entire Wu-Tang Clan performed the song on the August 6, 2014 episode of The Daily Show. "I think we've been so blessed to have the same job for the past 21 years and not hurt nobody doing it," Method Man said about their performance. "As soon as we came together for one common cause, we knew that what we were doing was something different and something great. And it showed and proved in the end."

Wu-Tang Clan - A Better Tomorrow

Wu-Tang Clan - A Better Tomorrow Lyrics and Youtube Music Videos

Album: A Better Tomorrow
Released: 2014

A Better Tomorrow Lyrics

Yo, this goes for all my brothers and sisters locked down
For all my peoples incarcerated, for those who ain't make it

Yo, in the housing, thousands seen early graves
Victims of worldly ways, memories stays engraved
All my live brothers, is locked down with high numbers
The young hunger, blind to these lies, they die younger
In this New World the Order slaughter men, women, and children
Ten feet gates surround the building keep us sealed in
The projects, lifeless like a Vietnam vet
Constant war, sever threats of enemy conquest
Crooked cops comb my building complex that's in the rumble
Streets are like a jungle, can't let my cipher crumble
Vivid thoughts, Devils resort to trick knowledge
They kick garbage, lust for chicks and quick dollars
I know the pain the game bring, I did the same thing
Spaced out in the staircase, performing a sting
It's hard to keep control, I bless those who seek a scroll
Trying to reach a whole nation and break the sleeper hold
Not a role model, I walk a hard role to follow
I sold bottles of sorrow then chose poems and novels
The gospel was told, some souls it swallowed whole
Mentally they fold, and they eventually sold
Their life and times, deadly like the virus design
But too, minute to dilute, the science is mine

You can't party your life away
Drink your life away
Smoke your life away
Fuck your life away
Dream your life away
Scheme your life away
Cause your seeds grow up the same way

A voice cries from the wilderness of the North
A representation of the families that lost one
All victims of incarceration
Or other divisions of the family structure
Youths are injected with serums that leads
To skin irritations, babies being born with
Disfigurations, experimentations
On their faces there bear world relations
Of mothers that carry the pain
Of blood stained streets where sisters mourn and wail
Big brothers been slain from hails of gun fire
It lightly begins to rain screams of terror
Are hidden by the passing trains
This can't be little Shane, his uncle cried
As he drops to his nephew's side, holding his cane
Just give me a name, of who has inflicted this
Bitter sickness, and left us to witness

Yeah, yo
Curses from war, innocent blood spills for days
Soothe in godly ways, hands, solemn in praise
Tree of life, more precious than Wu is golden game
The wise self flourish inherit, Halls of Fame
Crime visions in my blood got me, locked in prison
While we die hard living people whine about religion, vision
Blow, spin, and sin and killing what's revealing
It's a never ending battle with no ending or beginning, listen
Zero process, progress, become the hunted
America's most wanted, good life flaunted, want it
Some love the speed, some satisfy a need
Some want to be down, young gun seed, jungle breed
The stronger speed, someone die, someone bleed
One flew astray, and then caught my little seed
Can it be, the ice have us trifle life, made me grab the knife
The righteous man would be within these stripes pipes
Take in my energy, breath and know the rest
Cause the good die young and the hard die best

You can't party your life away
Drink your life away
Smoke your life away
Fuck your life away
Dream your life away
Scheme your life away
Cause your seeds grow up the same way
Cause your seeds grow up the same way
Cause your seeds grow up the same way

Y'all bitches love dances, and pulling down your pants
While your man's on tour, your spending up his advances
Your friends ain't shit, all they do is drink, smoke, and suck dick
The whole projects is trapped in stench
You either high school drop-outs, one to three cop-outs
Fifteen years old, shorty ass and top out
Ninety-nine cent beer drinking pussy stinking
Fucking so much your ass and titties start shrinking
New World Order slave trade, minimum wage, better cage
Can a devil fool a Muslim nowadays
Inside my lab, I'm going mad
Took two drags off the blunts, and started breaking down the flag
The blue is for the Crips, the red is for the Bloods
The whites for the cops, and the stars come from the clubs
Or the slugs that ignites, through the night, by the dawn
Early light, why is sons fighting for the stripe

As we dwell through this concrete hell, calling it home
Mama say, take your time young man and build your own
Don't wind up like your old dad
Still searching for them glory days he never had
So many bad want to scheme for American dream, no more kings
The cash rule everything now, we going down
These babies looking up to us, it's up to us
The Million Man March MC's, get on the bus
But envy, greed, lust, and hate, separate
Though the devil mind state blood kin cannot relate
No longer, brothers, we unstable
Like Kane when he slew Abel, killing each other

You can't party your life away
Drink your life away
Smoke your life away
Fuck your life away
Dream your life away
Scheme your life away
Cause your seeds grow up the same way
Cause your seeds grow up the same way
Cause your seeds grow up the same way

Writer/s: MCFADDEN, GENE / WHITEHEAD, JOHN / CARSTARPHEN, VICTOR / SMITH, CLIFFORD / WOODS, COREY TODD / DIGGS, ROBERT
Publisher: Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
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A Better Tomorrow Song Chart

The title track of Wu-Tang Clan's sixth album shares its name with a song they featured on their 1997 sophomore LP, Wu-Tang Forever. The reference in both instances is to John Woo's 1986 crime film, A Better Tomorrow.

RZA explained the album title to Billboard magazine : "John Woo has always been an inspiration to me," he said. "But it wasn't just in reference to that film, because that film is actually a very violent film, very specific about the police corruption and things of that nature. My concept of a better tomorrow, moreso, is what the sentence says itself. We need a better tomorrow."

"I'm a vegetarian. Why? Because no animal needs to die for me to live," RZA added. "I'm into renewable energy, I'm into getting rid of the plastic bottles and coming with another form of drinking our water. I'm into the people respecting each other. We don't got to like each other but respect each other for everything you are, whether you're black, brown, white or red, homosexual, woman, whatever it is. We gotta have respect for each other first."

This samples Harold Melvin & the Blue Notes' 1975 single, "Wake Up Everybody."

The song's music video compiles protest footage from Ferguson, Missouri and New York City as well as soundbites from President Obama speaking on race relations in America. "This visual was created by Wu-Tang Clan in the hopes of inspiring change and promoting unity throughout the world, The Wu-Tang Clan said in a press release. They added a quote from Martin Luther King, Jr: "Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere."

Asked by NME what his biggest regret about the A Better Tomorrow album was, RZA replied: "I tried to get James Blake to do a hook on 'A Better Tomorrow' but we couldn't make it happen in time."

The pair did previously work together on Blake's Overgrown track "Take A Fall For Me."

Wu-Tang Clan - C.R.E.A.M.

Wu-Tang Clan - C.R.E.A.M. Lyrics and Youtube Music Videos

Album: Enter the Wu-Tang (36 Chambers)
Released: 1993

C.R.E.A.M. Lyrics

What that nigga want God?
Word up, look out for the cops (Wu-Tang five finger shit)
(Cash Rules) Word up, two for fives over here baby
Word up, two for fives them niggas got garbage down the way, word up
Know what I'm sayin'?
(Cash Rules Everything Around Me
C.R.E.A.M. get)
Yeah, check this ol' fly shit out
Word up
(Cash Rules Everything Around Me) Take you on a natural joint
(C.R.E.A.M. get the money) Here we here we go
(Dolla dolla bill y'all) Check this shit, yo!

I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side
Staying alive was no jive
At second hands, moms bounced on old men
So then we moved to Shaolin land
A young youth, yo rockin' the gold tooth, 'Lo goose
Only way, I begin to gee off was drug loot
And let's start it like this son, rollin' with this one
And that one, pullin' out gats for fun
But it was just a dream for the teen, who was a fiend
Started smokin' woolies at sixteen
And running up in gates, and doing hits for high stakes
Making my way on fire escapes
No question I would speed, for cracks and weed
The combination made my eyes bleed
No question I would flow off, and try to get the dough all
Sticking up white boys in ball courts
My life got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater
Times is ruff and tuff like leather
Figured out I went the wrong route
So I got with a sick ass click and went all out
Catchin' keys from across seas
Rollin in MPV's, every week we made forty G's
Yo nigga respect mine, or anger the tech nine
Ch-chick-POW! Wu from the gate now

Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me
C.R.E.A.M.
Get the money
Dollar, dollar bill y'all

Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me
C.R.E.A.M.
Get the money
Dollar, dollar bill y'all

It's been twenty-two long hard years of still strugglin
Survival got me buggin, but I'm alive on arrival
I peep at the shape of the streets
And stay awake to the ways of the world cause shit is deep
A man with a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M.
Which failed I went to jail at the age of 15
A young buck sellin' drugs and such who never had much
Trying to get a clutch at what I could not, could not,
The court played me short, now I face incarceration
Pacin' going up state's my destination
Handcuffed in back of a bus, forty of us
Life as a shorty shouldn't be so ruff
But as the world turns I learned life is hell
Living in the world no different from a cell
Everyday I escape from Jakes givin' chase, sellin' base
Smokin' bones in the staircase
Though I don't know why I chose to smoke sess
I guess that's the time when I'm not depressed
But I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it worth?
Ready to give up so I seek the Old Earth
Who explained working hard may help you maintain
To learn to overcome the heartaches and pain
We got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks
And stray shots, all on the block that stays hot
Leave it up to me while I be living proof
To kick the truth to the young black youth
But shorty's running wild smokin sess drinkin' beer
And ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin in his ear
Neglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be accepted
That what? That life is hectic

Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me
C.R.E.A.M.
Get the money
Dollar, dollar bill y'all

Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me
C.R.E.A.M.
Get the money
Dollar, dollar bill y'all

Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me
C.R.E.A.M.
Get the money
Dollar, dollar bill y'all

Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me
C.R.E.A.M.
Get the money
Dollar, dollar bill y'all

Writer/s: JONES, JASPA / BLANK, PIET / KAUFHOLD, ANDREAS
Publisher: Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
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C.R.E.A.M. Song Chart

"C.R.E.A.M.," an acronym for Cash Rules Everything Around Me, is the third single from the hip-hop group's debut album. Method Man, Raekwon, and Inspectah Deck share their stories of survival growing up in the slums and running drugs on the streets, "livin' in the world no different from a cell," in the hope to "kick the truth to the young black youth."

This song has had an enduring influence on rappers. Method Man's hook, "Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M., Get the money; dollar, dollar bill, y'all," and other references pop up in countless rap songs. Everyone from The Notorious B.I.G. and 2Pac to Kanye West, Nas, and Drake have incorporated send-ups to the song on their own tracks. Eminem also included it on the soundtrack to this 2002 film, 8 Mile.

This samples the Charmels' 1967 song "As Long As I've Got You."

Fifteen years after its release, this song was certified gold in 2009.

This also landed at #32 on the R&B charts and #17 on the Hot Rap Singles chart.

This is referenced in Wyclef Jean's "Sweetest Girl (Dollar Bill)," when guest Akon raps in the chorus: "I'mma tell you, like Wu told me, cash rules everything around me, singing dolla dolla bill y'all."

Wu-Tang Clan - Never Let Go

Wu-Tang Clan - Never Let Go Lyrics and Youtube Music Videos

Album: A Better Tomorrow
Released: 2014

Never Let Go Lyrics

Look, homicide is illegal, death is a penalty
Never Let Go when you've got ahold of your enemy
Eagle claw cobra clutch by any means necessary
I’ll never let it go, see my shadow ninja mic flow
I throw a great entre dart arrow to your temple
Allmighty [?] to the insidious
Plan of the Wu-Tang Clan became a world brand
We never let it go, we talk a half a mil a show

Never let go of your mind
It’s a terrible thing to waste
To lose, but it’s very hard to find
Being that ignorance is lethal
We must touch hearts, tune souls, harmonize the people
Never let go of your plan, execute
So when you shoot, inspire everyone on the land
Never lose knowledge of yourself
For it may become risk to your health
And great loss of wealth

Never let go of your cream, never let go of your dream
Players retire, but they never let go of the team
If you a rider then you never let go of that thing
Pull up your mans’ like you better let go of that bling
This life’s crazy, too many life sentences, maybe
Fatherless babies on the block but they father 380
That’s just the hood lately, never let go
I’m what the hood made me
Momma told me to find a good lady

Never let go of staring at the death
Like yo, that's your best blow
I still hold on like En Vogue
The cold go to war with the heat
Eyes wide, never falling asleep
All the talking is cheap
Call'em, ultimate warrior, W.W.F
I come up victorious, struggle is nothing to Deck
Set it straight for the seeds, to see a better new
Take the real life by the rings and I ain’t letting go
I ain’t letting go

No matter what the odds be
No matter how hard we
You never let go

Never let go of the fight, never let go of the mic
My honesty, my values, my loyalty, my pride
And memory of those who have passed to the other side
Never letting go, I’m never letting go of my beliefs
My faith, convictions, real
Both hands holding on, never let go the wheel
We hood legends, misunderstood
These lessons, learned
Growing up for manhood
Keep focus on the prize what you better do
A little taste of heaven, sunshine is where we headed to
States what’s ahead of you, always on the schedule
Smoke the gold leaf down to the residue
Letting go, is something that I never do
Those who let go, live life regrettable
Never let go of your hope or your rope
Eyes on the prize, never let go of the scope
When I’m in jail, never let go of the soap
Hold on, boy, never let go

Never let go, the all-eye-seeing, the supreme
Never let go the love of your seeds, or your queen
Never let go your heart, or the place you started
The feeling that I had, Wu-Tang had just charted
The old earth departed, I give thanks to the martyrs
I never let go the love I have for thy father
Never let go the glow
The more I know the more that it shows
I won’t let go, even if I decompose
Your seed will carry it on, we need to carry it on
Pass the baton, life is just the marathon
And ain't' playing to win it, it’s an epidemic
Never let go, that’s what the god recommended

No matter what the odds be
No matter how hard we
You never let go

Writer/s: DIGGS, ROBERT F. / GRICE, GARY E. / HAWKINS, LAMONT / HUNTER, JASON S. / SMITH, CLIFFORD / KING, MARTIN LUTHER JR. / TURNER, ELGIN EVANDER
Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group
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Never Let Go Song Chart

This song starts and ends with Martin Luther King samples taken from the Civil Rights Movement leader's famous 1963 I Have A Dream speech. Wu-Tang's RZA told NME: "The ending quote (about "whirlwinds of revolt" leading to justice for black US citizens) – that's more relevant now than it ever was. Sadly."

Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Clan Ain't

Wu-Tang Clan - Wu-Tang Clan Ain't Lyrics and Youtube Music Videos

Album: Enter the Wu-Tang (36 Chambers)
Released: 1993

Wu-Tang Clan Ain't Lyrics

Tiger style, tiger style, yo, huh, huh

Wu-Tang Clan Ain't nuthing ta fuck wit
Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthing ta fuck wit
Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthing ta fuck wit

There's noplace 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 tossing, enforcing my style is awesome
I'm causing more Family Feud's than Richard Dawson
And the survey said, ya dead
Fatal Flying Guillotine, chops off your fuckin' head

MZA who was that? Aiyyo, the Wu is back
Making niggaz go, bo, bo, like on Super Cat
Me fear no one, oh no, here come
The Wu-Tang shogun killer to the eardrum

Put the needle to the groove, I gets rude and I'm forced to fuck it up
My style carries like a pickup truck
Across the clear blue yonder seek 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 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
Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthing ta fuck wit
Straight from the motherfucking slums that's busted
Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthing ta fuck wit

Hyah, steppin' on, step up boy, represent, chop his head off kid

The Meth will come out tomorrow
Styles is wild, berserk, bizarro
Flow with more afro than Rollo
Coming to a fork in the road which way to go just follow

Method the Legend, niggaz is Sleepy Hollow
In fact I'm a hard act to follow
I dealt for dolo, Bogart coming on through
Niggaz 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 flava
Coming from the RZA which is short for the razor
Who make me reminisce true like Deja Vu

I'm rubber, niggaz is like glue
Whatever you say rubs off me sticks to you

Tiger style, tiger style

Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthing ta fuck wit
Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthing ta fuck wit
Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthing ta fuck wit
Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthing ta fuck wit

Ahh, hah, yeah, representing Brooklyn Queens
Long Island, Manhattan Bronx, the Rugged Lands of Shaolin
Niggaz, from Virginia, Atlanta our boys in Ohio
Coming through with the crazy, why, oh, why, oh, yo

Niggaz, from the Source my man Kelly Moon from the Gavin
Rod Strickland, Jason stay in, yeah, true, true
My nigga, it's going Down boy we ain't nuthing to fuck wit
The whole Texas mob, the Chicago mob
Niggaz, from Detroit fucking California squadron

Coming through knahmsayin'
The whole fucking West coast to the whole East
Niggaz, from D.C. down in Maryland
All the way over there in Morgan State
Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthing ta fuck wit

All over the whole fucking globe coming through boy
Peace to the fucking Zulu Nation
Peace to all the Gods and the Earths, word is born
Wu-Tang Clan chopping heads boy it ain't safe no more, Peace

Tiger style, tiger style
Tiger style, tiger style
Tiger style, tiger style
Tiger style, tiger style

Writer/s: COLES, DENNIS DAVID / DIGGS, ROBERT F. / GRICE, GARY E. / HAWKINS, LAMONT / HUNTER, JASON / JONES, RUSSELL T. / SMITH, CLIFFORD / WOODS, COREY
Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group
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Wu-Tang Clan Ain't Song Chart

A track from Wu-Tang Clan's first album, this song finds the rappers flexing their lyrical muscles and putting other rappers on notice. Wu-Tang leader RZA explained: "The most important thing that people need to know about us? That Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthin' to f--k wit. Lyrically, no-one can f--k with us. It's gonna take another generation to match our rhymes."

The "Tiger Style" sample comes from a 1977 kung fu movie called Executioners from Shaolin, in which a man trained in the tiger style of kung fu is killed, but avenged by his son, who learns that style to defeat the killer.

The group makes many references to martial arts in their songs; they are named for a 1983 movie called Shaolin and Wu Tang, and often refer to their hometown of Staten Island as "Shaolin Island."

Method Man co-produced this track with RZA, who takes the first verse. The second verse is rapped by Inspectah Deck, and Method Man comes on for the third.