Listen to Bring Da Ruckus by Wu-Tang Clan

Bring Da Ruckus

Wu-Tang Clan

Hip-Hop/Rap

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Wu-Tang Clan - Bring Da Ruckus (Official Audio) ft. RZA, Ghostface Killah, Raekwon, Inspectah Deck

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Jul
09
Jul 09, 2025
Nationwide Arena
Columbus

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Ghostface Killah

Ghostface Killah

Vocals

Inspectah Deck

Vocals

RZA

Programming

Raekwon

Vocals

GZA

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Clifford Smith

Songwriter

Corey Woods

Songwriter

Dennis Coles

Songwriter

Gary Grice

Songwriter

Jason Hunter

Songwriter

Lamont Jody Hawkins

Lamont Jody Hawkins

Songwriter

Robert Diggs

Songwriter

Russell Jones

Songwriter

Prince Rakeem

Arranger

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

RZA

Producer

Ethan Ryman

Engineer

Chris Gehringer

Chris Gehringer

Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]

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?

[Intro]

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

[Chorus]

Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus

Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus

Bring da mother, bring da motherfuckin' ruckus

Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus

[Verse 1]

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

Your 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 your whole era

Hardrocks is locked the fuck up, or found shot

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

I blow sparks like Waco, Texas

[Verse 2]

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 **** fold

Yeah, they fake and all that carryin' gats

But yo, my Clan rollin' like forty MACs

Now you act convinced, I guess it makes sense

Wu-Tang, yo soo!, 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

[Chorus]

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

[Verse 3]

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 Seagal, Out For Justice

The roughness, yes, the rudeness, ruckus

Redrum, I verbally assault with the tongue

Murder one, my style shot your 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 **** with my ****, the RZA

Charged like a bull and got pull like a trigga

So bad, stabbin' up the pad with the vocab, crabs

I scream on your ass like your dad, bring it on

[Chorus]

Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus

Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus

Bring da mother, bring da motherfuckin' ruckus

Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus

[Verse 4]

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 your back, givin' bystanders heart-attacks

**** 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 **** 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 and get fucked like Suzette, bring da fuckin' ruckus

[Chorus]

Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus

Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus

[Outro]

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, ****

Written by: Dennis Coles, Corey Woods, Gary E. Grice, Jason Hunter, Robert Fitzgerald Diggs

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