I dealt for dolo, Bogart comin' on through
Long Island, Manhattan Bronx
I'm rubber, niggaz is like glue
And eat it, too, with my crew while we head state to state
Niggaz from Detroit, fuckin' California squadron
Seek the China Sea, I slam tracks
True, true, my nigga, it's goin' down, boy
Niggaz from Virginia, Atlanta
The rugged lands of Shaolin
Comin' through, boy
My style carries like a pickup truck
Like quarterbacks sacks from L.T.
There's noplace to hide
And the survey said, "Ya dead"
Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuttin' ta fuck wit
Why oh, why oh?
Blessed since the birth, I earth slam your best
Publishers: UNIVERSAL MUSIC - CAREERS, WU TANG PUBLISHING
Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuttin' ta fuck wit, fuck with
Straight from the motherfucking slums that's busted
The Wu-Tang shogun, killer to the eardrum
Chop his head off, kid
Represent
Rubs off me sticks to you
Rather do than die, check my
Flow with more Afro than Rollo
Whatever you say
I'm causin' more family feuds than Richard Dawson
Which way to go? Just follow
Our boys in Ohio, comin' through with the crazy
Flava, comin' from the RZA
And if you want beef, then bring the ruckus
Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuttin' ta fuck wit
Rod Strickland, Jason and yeah
In fact, I'm a hard act to follow
And I'm forced to fuck it up
Comin' to a fork in the road
Which is short for the razor
Yeah, representin' Brooklyn Queens
Hyah, step up, boy
Fatal flying guillotine chops off your fuckin' head
True like Deja Vu
It ain't safe no more, peace
The meth will come out tomorrow
We ain't nuttin' ta fuck wit
Now why try and test, the Rebel INS?
Comin through know what I'm sayin'?
Wu-Tang slang, choppin' heads, boy
Niggaz from D.C. down in Maryland
Yo, niggaz from The Source
'Cause I bake the cake, then take the cake
Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuttin' ta fuck wit
Bam, man, slam, jam
All over the whole fuckin' globe
Me fear no one, oh no, here come
Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuttin' ta fuck with
Makin' niggaz go, bo, bo like on super cat
Songwriters: Dennis Coles, Robert  Jr Diggs, Gary Grice, Lamont Hawkins, Jason Hunter, Russell Jones, Clifford Smith, Cory Woods
Peace to the fuckin' Zulu Nation
Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuttin' ta fuck with, fuck with
I be tossin', enforcin', my style is awesome
Who make me reminisce
Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuttin' ta fuck wit
The whole fuckin' West Coast to the whole East
Dr. Doom, prepare for the boom
Of the punk and the pie
Peace to all the Gods and the Earths
Across the clear blue yonder
Method, the Legend, niggaz is sleepy hollow
Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuttin' ta fuck wit
Tiger style, tiger style, yo
Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuttin' ta fuck wit
Yes, I, come to get a slice
Word is bond
I puts the needle to the groove, I gets rude
The whole Texas mob, the Chicago mob
Once I step inside the room
My man Kelly Moon from the gavin
Styles is wild, berserk, bizarro
Niggaz is like oh, my God, not you
Now scream like Tarzan
All the way over there in Morgan State
MZA who was that? Aiyyo, the Wu is back