Ruckus In B Minor
[Intro: RZA]Huh, after all these years, what you said was trueThe Shaolin and the Wu-Tang is very dangerous
[Interlude 1: Ol' Dirty Bastard]It's the ODB kid, once again coming through your areaAnd I'm going to tell you one time, you gon' love this
[Verse 1: Inspectah Deck]I had to get the money, said it wasn't a choiceDie Hard's on the bars, Ladies lovin' the voiceMorphine flow, numbing your jointsBomb a nigga like he number 81 from DetroitZombie life, World War ZAntidote to your virus, your highness, the world on meCapital G, cool as the dude from Dos EquisSo deadly, I don't make it rain, I snow heavySick lane, Nic Cage how I ride with fireForever with bars, sort of like a liferWith the son of anarchy, I be breaking badWalking dead, day dreaming of making a bandDancing with the stars, Americans idol meThe mentalist with the Big Bang Theory
[Hook: Method Man]Still number one, still number one, still number one, one, oneStill number one, still number one, still number one, one, one
[Verse 2: U-God]The most duplicated, anticipated, validatedUrban legends in the books with the ones who made itHighly celebrated, everything was work relatedCurrent top 40 got the Wu deep in all their business20 years Killa Bees, yeah, we hold the pennantMonumental stance on the cover with my co-defendantsDrop her sentence, in remembranceConstruct these jewels so they can live through my descendants
[Bridge: Method Man]Youngun, I can see your draws, pull your pants upCan't even call yourself a man until you man upAnd if you call yourself a fan you need to stand upThis ain't a party, it's a jux, keep your hands upAnd I don't care who runs the city when the summer comeYour summer's done, Wu forever, and we're still number one
[Hook]
[Verse 4: Cappadonna]Picture a nigga on the strip getting rich off the drug shitPutting other niggas on, teaching ‘em thug shitThen they want stick 'em up, then they get slugs quickHood-type niggas always living that crime lifeJealous-ass grimy niggas seeing the limelightSlimy old nigga like fucking your man’s wifeFool shouldn't use the word brother, he man dyke
[Verse 5: Ghostface Killah]Yo, I spin my web all across New YorkGet it out in all types of ice, there's a sportOne chain, two chain, three chain, fourNiggas mouth's drop like the leaves in the fallTone got that WBCI take off heavy in air ballons and land in the Fiji'sThat's my bird and that's my wordYou faggots keep fucking around and get curbed
[Verse 6: GZA]Forms circles like the rings of SaturnDust rocks and ice in a particular patternThen this fascinating picture has emerged from surfaceA wonder of the young moral with an urgent purposeA wild fire engulfing every homeIt's history chiseled and carved in every stoneA workshop where skills are learnedHandcrafted and drafted, written works the main concernUrban center provided with a social structureAnd a curious culture full of superconductorsEach stain is part of a scene withIntricate geometric raps on a larger screenSpell bounding, marvellous and it's surroundingViewpoints remain the same, it's all astoundingA place where the forgotten art is so powerfulA striking image is something that's so valuable
[Interlude 2: Ol' Dirty Bastard]This one's the blackout! Three-fifty-seven to your mouth!
[Interlude 3: RZA]GZA, this is called Ruckus In B MinorRae, all those bad times is behind usGhost, put that mask on to remind usMethod Man, let 'em know who's New York's finest
[Bridge + Hook]
[During hook: Ol' Dirty Bastard]Now I'mma let all you motherfuckers knowWhether you from Brooklyn, whether you from ManhattanYou from Queens nigga, I don't give a fuckWhere you be motherfucker!
[Verse 6: Raekwon]My lines is like Peruvian coke, go ahead and try oneMy recipe is A1 remarkable with my mixtureRainman mathematician, this city slickerFinest threads cover my frame, the cloths of royaltyStrive with an army of winners and no pretenders(*One*) We live free and achieve moreBut first we gotta win with no stale mateThe all eye seeing is victorious biz to the sound man
[Verse 7: Masta Killa]All my trucks, tanks are bulletproof, been the truthLoot the track, clear the booth, my thought ready, aim, shootMy knowledge one twenty proof, let's tear the roof offLet's spray, M-A-S-T-AKing I Love-Love club, pack stadium rockI hold the mic snug, split a slugBlack ninja, mask and gloves
[Hook]
[Outro]