Masta k**a - Protect Ya Neck (The Jump Off) lyrics

[Intro: Inspectah Deck] Ladies and gentlemen, we'd like to welcome to you All the way from the slums of Shaolin Special uninvited guests Came in through the back door Ladies and gentlemen, it's them! [Verse 1: Inspectah Deck] Dance with the mantis, note the slim chances Chant this anthem, swing like Pete Sampras Taking it straight to Big Man On Campus Brandish your weapon or get dropped to the canvas Scandalous, made the metro panic Cause static with or without the automatic And while I'm at it, yo, you got cash, pa** it It's drastic, gotta send half to Dirty ba*tard [Verse 2: Raekwon] Waves is spinning, blades is spinning Slay em in the eighth inning Stay truck, god stay playing linen k** rap, observe the uptowns, ho, feel that Mink jeans on, seen where the real at 2000 Zitos, moving with a ill ego For real, for real, ill lines, ill people Yo, bring it back, 9 more civilians Pollying deals, monopoly and bills, y'all n***as lying Caught 300, lab look royal wit a mean stomach Go broke, all seen, done it Words from the heavy set, if I don't eat, then we already met Fly a** bro, liver than coke [Verse 3: Method Man] Now what Clan you know with lines this ill? Bust shots at Big Ben like we got time to k** n***as can't gel or I'm just too high to tell Put on my gasoline boots and walk through Hell With 9 generals, 9 ninjas in your video 9 milli blow, semi-auto with no serial Man metaphysical, I speak for criminals Who don't pay they bills on time and f** with digital Never seen, smoke a bag of evergreen My sword got a Jones, more heads for the severing Johnny in the dungeon, taking all bets, throw ya ones in Scared money don't make money, throw ya guns in [Verse 4: Masta k**a] That's word to Damo, San Juan, Puerto Rico Blowin hydro on a beach wit Tamiko My gun bullet hollow for you to swallow Blowin' the nozzle, hear it whistle One in the head, this is code red, man for dead X amount of lead spray from the barrel Heat clear the street like Connor O'Carroll Fully equipped, rifles, banana clip sh** To make my n***as from East New York flip [Verse 5: RZA] Yo, you may catch me in a pair of Polo Skipperys, matching cap Razor blades in my gums (BOBBY!) You may catch me in yellow Havana Joe's goose jumper And my phaser off stun (BOBBY!) Y'all might just catch me in the park playin' chess, studyin' math Signin 7 and a sun (BOBBY!) But you won't catch me without the ratchet, in the joint Smoked out, dead broke or off point (BOBBY!) [Verse 6: Ghostface k**ah] Wallo's comfortable, chocolate frosting Your socks hangin' out, yours is talkin' Rock so steadily, son, I'm still crazy Sport my old Force MD furs from the 80's Nat Turners wit burners, Jackie Joyner-Kersee Taught y'all n***as how to rap, reimburse me Rothsdale's, ruby red sales, Bloomingdale's, blocks Ox tails chopped up in Caribbean spots I'm nice, maxed out, creepin' wit the ax out Murder these bikini b**hes, switchin with they backs out [Verse 7: U-God] n***as wanna pop sh**, I pop clips b**h, I'll put my dick on ya lips Alabama split, hammer slay quick That David Banner gamma ray sh** Shells in the mouth, jailhouse snitch My powder voice, Snow White sniff Verbal k**as, gorilla grip God body sh**, puff Marley spliffs [Verse 8: Cappadonna] You might see me in a 6, that's not my style You might see me wit a b**h, that's not my child I be in the benzo, keep a low profile Dead serious, take flicks and don't smile Tryin' to get money, y'all cats is wild I pose for the clothes, make a song like wild I'm a chip off the board game, got sword game Live life to the fullest, still want more fame Darts on layaway, beats on standby Outfits pressed up, ready for airtime [Verse 9: GZA] Run on the track like Jesse Owens Broke the record flowin', without any knowin' That my wordplay run the 400 meter relay It's on once I grab the baton from the DJ A athlete wit his iron cleat in the ground Wireless n***a who sprint off the gun sound The best time yet still 7.0 Swift flow made the cameramen clothes blow