Wu-tang Clan - Protect Ya Neck * Lyrics
* this version of the song is final, no more corrections are being accepted* the actual album version is edited, but the curses have been added back inSo whassup man?Coolin manChillin chillin?Yo you know i had to call, you know why right?Why?Because, yo, i never ever call and ask, you to play somethin right?YeahYou know what i wanna hear right?Whatchu wanna hear?I wanna hear that wu-tang jointWu-tang again?Ahh yeah, again and again!*sounds of fighting*[rza] wu-tang clan comin at ya, protect ya neck kid, so set it offDe inspector deck[meth] watch ya step kid (8x)[inspector deck]I smoke on the mic like smokin joe frazierThe hell raiser, raisin hell with the flavorTerrorize the jam like troops in pakistanSwingin through your town like your neighborhood spidermanSo uhh, tic toc and keep tickinWhile i get ya flippin off the shit i'm kickinThe lone ranger, code red, danger!Deep in the dark with the art to rip charts apartThe vandal, too hot to handleYa battle, you're sayin goodbye like tevin campbellRoughneck, inspector deck's on the setThe rebel, i make more noise than heavy metal[raekwon]The way i make the crowd go wild, sit back relax won't smileRae got it goin on pal, call me the rap assassinatorRhymes rugged and built like schwarzeneggerAnd i'ma get mad deep like a threat, blow up your projectThen take all your assetsCause i came to shake the frame in halfWith the thoughts that bomb, shit like math!So if ya wanna try to flip go flip on the next manCause i grab the clip andHit ya with sixteen shots and more i gotGoin to war with the meltin pot hot[method]It's the method man for short mr. methMovin on your left, aah!And set it off, get it off, let it off like a gatI wanna break full, ***** me backSmall change, they puttin shame in the gameI take aim and blow that nigga out the frameAnd like fame!!, my style'll live foreverNiggaz crossin over, but they don't know no betterBut i do, true, can i get a "sue"Nuff respect due to the one-six-oohI mean ohh, yo check out the flowLike the hudson or pcp when i'm dustinNiggaz off because i'm hot like sauceThe smoke from the lyrical blunt makes me *cough*[u-god]Ooh, what, grab my nut get screwedOww, here comes my shaolin styleSloop-b and my b-boy's uTo my crew with the "suuue"*interlude*Watch ya step kid (8x)[ol dirty bastard] c'mon baby baby c'mon (4x)[rza] yo, ya best protect ya neck[ol dirty bastard]First things first man you're *****in with the worstI'll be stickin pins in your head like a *****in nurseI'll attack any nigga who's slack in his mackCome fully packed with a fat rugged stackShame on you when you stepped through toThe ol dirty bastard straight from the brooklyn zooAnd i'll be damned if i let any manCome to my center, you enter, the winterStraight up and down that shit packed jamYou can't slam, don't let me get fool on him manThe ol dirty bastard is dirty and stinkinAson, unique rollin with the night of the creepsNiggaz be rollin with a stashAin't sayin cash, bite my style i'll bite your mother*****in ass![ghostface killah]For cryin out loud my style is wild so book meNot long is how long that this rhyme took meEjectin, styles from my lethal weaponMy pen that rocks from here to oregonHere's mordigan, catch it like a psycho flashbackI love gats, if rap was a gun, you wouldn't bust backI come with shit that's all types of shapes and soundsAnd where i lounge is my stompin groundsI give a order to my peeps across the waterTo go and snatch up props all around the borderAnd get far like a shootin starCause who i are, is dim in the light of pablo escobarPoint blank as i kick the square bizThere it is you're *****in with pros and there it goes[rza]Yo chill with the feedback black we don't need thatIt's ten o'clock hoe, where the *****'s your seed atFeelin mad hostile, ran the apostleFlowin like christ when i speaks the gospelStroll with the holy roll then attack the globe with the buckus styleThe ruckus, ten times ten men committin mad sinTurn the other cheek and i'll break your *****in chinSlayin boom-bangs like african drums (we'll be)Comin around the mountain when i comeCrazy flamboyant for the rap enjoymentMy clan increase like black unemploymentYeah, another one dare, g-gka-geniusTake us the ***** outta here[genius]The wu is too slammin for these cold killin labelsSome ain't had hits since i seen aunt mabelBe doin artists in like cain did abelNow they money's gettin stuck to the gum under the tableThat's what ya get when ya misuse what i inventYour empire falls and ya lose every centFor tryin to blow up a scrubNow that thought was just as bright as a 20-watt light bulbShould of pumped it when i rocked itNiggaz so stingy they got short arms and deep pocketsThis goes on in some companiesWith majors they're scared to death to pump theseFirst of all, who's your a&rA mountain climber who plays an electric guitarBut he don't know the meaning of dopeWhen he's lookin for a suit and tie rapThat's cleaner than a bar of soapAnd i'm the dirtiest thing in sightMatter of fact bring out the girls and let's have a mud fight*sounds of fighting*[rza] you best protect ya neck (4x)
