Chris Gehringer - Protect Ya Neck lyrics

[Intro] Caller: "So wha**up man?" DJ: "Coolin' man" C: "Chillin' chilin'? Yo, you know I had to call, you why right?" DJ: "Why?" C: "Because, you, I never ever call and ask you to play somethin' right?" DJ: "Yeah" C: "You know what I wanna hear, right?" DJ: "Whatchu wanna hear?" C: "I wanna hear that Wu-Tang joint" DJ: "Wu-Tang again?" C: "Ahh yea, again and again" [Verse 1: Inspectah Deck] I smoke on the mic like "Smokin' Joe" Frazier The hell-raiser, raising Hell with the flavor Terrorize the jam like troops in Pakistan Swinging through your town like your neighborhood Spider-Man So uhh, tick tock and keep ticking While I get you flipping off the sh** that I'm kicking The Lone Ranger, code red: Danger Deep in the dark with the art to rip the charts apart The vandal too hot to handle You battle, you're sayin' goodbye like Tevin Campbell Roughneck, Inspectah Deck's on the set The Rebel, I make more noise than heavy metal [Verse 2: Raekwon] The way I make the crowd go wild Sit back relax, won't smile, Rae got it going on pal Call me the rap a**a**inator Rhymes rugged and built like Schwarzenegger And I'ma get mad deep like a threat Blow up your project then take all your a**ets Cause I came to shake the frame in half With the thoughts that bomb sh** like Meth So if you wanna try to flip, go flip on the next man Cause I grab the clip and Hit you with 16 shots and more, I got Going to war with the melting pot akh [Verse 3: Method Man] It's the Method Man, for short Mr. Mef Movin' on your left, UH! And set it off, get it off, let it off like a Gat I wanna break fool, co*k me back Small change, they puttin' shame in the game I take aim and blow the n***a out the frame And like fame, my style will live forever n***as crossin' over but they don't know no better But I do, true, can I get a "Suuu" Nuff respect due to the 1-6-oooh I mean ohhh, yo check out the flow Like the Hudson or PCP when I'm dustin' n***as off, because I'm hot like sauce The smoke from the lyrical blunt makes me *cough* [Interlude: U-God] Ooh what grab my nut, get screwed Oww, here comes my Shaolin style True B-A-ba-B-Y-U To my crew with a "Suuuuuuu" [Ol Dirty ba*tard] C'mon baby, baby c'mon baby, baby c'mon baby baby c'mon [RZA] Yo, you best protect ya neck [Verse 4: Ol Dirty ba*tard] First things first man, you're f**in' with the worst I'll be sticking pins in your head like a f**ing nurse I'll attack any n***a who slack in his mack Come fully packed with a fat rugged stack Shame on you when you step through to The Ol' Dirty ba*tard straight from the Brooklyn Zu And I'll be damned if I let any man Come to my center, you enter the winter Straight up and down, that sh** is packed jam You can't slam, don't let me get fool on him, man The Ol' Dirty ba*tard is dirty and stinking Ason Unique rollin' with the night of the creeps n***as be rollin' with a stash, ain't sayin' cash Bite my style I'll bite your motherf**ing a** [Verse 5: Ghostface k**ah] For crying out loud, my style is wild, so book me Not long is how long that this rhyme took me Ejecting styles from my lethal weapon My pen that rocks from here to Oregon Here's more again, catch it like a psycho flashback I love Gats, if rap was a gun, you wouldn't bust back I come with sh** in all types of shapes and sounds And where I lounge is my stomping grounds I give an order to my peeps across the water To go and snatch up props all around the border And get far like a shooting star Cause who I are is dim in the light of Pablo Escobar Point-blank as I kick the square biz There it is, you're f**ing with pros and there it goes [Verse 6: RZA] Yo chill with the feedback, black we don't need that It's 10 o'clock, ho, where the f**'s your seed at Feelin' mad hostile, wearing Aéropostale Flowin' like Christ when I speaks The Gospel Stroll with the holy robe, then attack the globe With the buck-us style, the ruckus Ten times ten men committing mad sin Turn the other cheek and I'll break your f**in' chin Slang boom-bangs like African drums (He'll be) coming around the mountain when I come Crazy flamboyant for the rap enjoyment My clan increase like black unemployment Yeah, another one down, Ju-Jugger-Genius Take us the f** outta here [Verse 7: GZA] The Wu is too slamming for these Cold k**in' labels Some ain't had hits since I seen Aunt Mabel Be doin' artists in like Cain did Abel Now they money's gettin' stuck to the gum under the table That's what you get when you misuse what I invent Your empire falls and you lose every cent For tryna blow up a scrub Now that thought was just as bright as a 20-watt light bulb Should've pumped it when I rocked it n***as so stingy they got short arms and deep pockets This goes on in some companies With majors, they're scared to d**h to pump these First of all, who's your A&R A mountain climber who plays an electric guitar But he don't know the meanin' of dope When he's lookin; for a suit-and-tie rap that's cleaner than a bar of soap And I'm the dirtiest thing in sight Matter of fact, bring out the girls and let's have a mud fight [RZA] You best protect ya neck You best protect ya neck You best protect ya neck You best protect ya neck