Wu-Tang: 7th Chamber - Pt. 2 (Edit|Explicit)-Wu-Tang Clan/GZA/Raekwon/Method Man/Inspectah Deck/Ghostface Killah

Wu-Tang: 7th Chamber - Part II [Edit] - Wu Tang Clan Tiger style, tiger style, yo Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuttin' ta f**k wit Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuttin' ta f**k wit Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuttin' ta f**k wit There's noplace to hide Once I step inside the room Dr. Doom, prepare for the boom Bam, man, slam, jam Now scream like Tarzan I be tossin', enforcin', my style is awesome I'm causin' more family feuds than Richard Dawson And the survey said, "Ya dead" Fatal flying guillotine chops off your f**kin' head MZA who was that? Aiyyo, the Wu is back Makin' niggaz go, bo, bo like on super cat Me fear no one, oh no, here come The Wu-Tang shogun, killer to the eardrum I puts the needle to the groove, I gets rude And I'm forced to f**k 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 nuttin' ta f**k with Straight from the motherf**king slums that's busted Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuttin' ta f**k with, f**k with Hyah, 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 Comin' 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 comin' 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, comin' 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 Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuttin' ta f**k wit Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuttin' ta f**k wit Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuttin' ta f**k wit, f**k with Yeah, representin' Brooklyn Queens Long Island, Manhattan Bronx The rugged lands of Shaolin Niggaz from Virginia, Atlanta Our boys in Ohio, comin' through with the crazy Why oh, why oh? Yo, niggaz from The Source My man Kelly Moon from the gavin Rod Strickland, Jason and yeah True, true, my ni**a, it's goin' down, boy We ain't nuttin' ta f**k wit The whole Texas mob, the Chicago mob Niggaz from Detroit, f**kin' California squadron Comin through know what I'm sayin'? The whole f**kin' 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 nuttin' ta f**k wit All over the whole f**kin' globe Comin' through, boy Peace to the f**kin' Zulu Nation Peace to all the Gods and the Earths Word is bond Wu-Tang slang, choppin' heads, boy It ain't safe no more, peace