Wu-tang Clan - Protect Ya Neck lyrics

"So wha**up man? Coolin man" "Chillin 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?" "Yeah" "You know what I wanna hear right?" "Whatchu wanna hear? I wanna hear that Wu-Tang joint" "Wu-Tang again?" "Ahh yeah, again and again!" [*sounds of fighting*] [RZA] Wu-Tang Clan comin at ya, protect ya neck kid, so set it off de Inspector Deck [Meth] watch ya step kid (8X) [Inspector Deck] I smoke on the mic like smokin Joe Frazier The hell raiser, raisin hell with the flavor Terrorize the jam like troops in Pakistan Swingin through your town like your neighborhood Spiderman So uhh, tic toc and keep tickin While I get ya flippin off the sh** I'm kickin The Lone Ranger, code red, danger! Deep in the dark with the art to rip charts apart The vandal, too hot to handle Ya battle, you're sayin Goodbye like Tevin Campbell Roughneck, Inspector Deck's on the set The rebel, I make more noise than heavy metal [Raekwon] The way I make the crowd go wild, sit back relax won't smile Rae got it goin 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 math! So if ya wanna try to flip go flip on the next man Cause I grab the clip and Hit ya with sixteen shots and more I got Goin to war with the meltin pot hot [Method] It's the Method Man for short Mr. Meth Movin on your left, aah! And set it off, get it off, let it off like a gat I wanna break full, co*k me back Small change, they puttin shame in the game I take aim and blow that n***a out the frame And like Fame!!, my style'll live forever n***az crossin over, but they don't know no better But I do, true, can I get a "sue" Nuff respect due to the one-six-ooh I mean ohh, yo check out the flow like the Hudson or PCP when I'm dustin n***az off because I'm hot like sauce The smoke from the lyrical blunt makes me *cough* [U-God] Ooh, what, grab my nut get screwed Oww, here comes my Shaolin style Sloop-B and my b-boy's U to my crew with the "suuue" [*interlude*] watch ya step kid [8X] [Ol Dirty ba*tard] c'mon baby baby c'mon [4X] [RZA] Yo, ya best protect ya neck [Ol Dirty ba*tard] First things first man you're f**in with the worst I'll be stickin pins in your head like a f**in nurse I'll attack any n***a who's slack in his mack Come fully packed with a fat rugged stack Shame on you when you stepped through to The Ol Dirty ba*tard straight from the Brooklyn Zoo And I'll be damned if I let any man Come to my center, you enter, the winter Straight up and down that sh** packed jam You can't slam, don't let me get fool on him man The Ol Dirty ba*tard is dirty and stinkin Ason, Unique rollin with the night of the creeps n***az be rollin with a stash ain't sayin cash, bite my style I'll bite your motherf**in a**! [Ghostface k**ah] For cryin out loud my style is wild so book me Not long is how long that this rhyme took me Ejectin, styles from my lethal weapon My pen that rocks from here to Oregon Here's Mordigan, catch it like a psycho flashback I love gats, if rap was a gun, you wouldn't bust back I come with sh** that's all types of shapes and sounds And where I lounge is my stompin grounds I give a order to my peeps across the water To go and snatch up props all around the border And get far like a shootin 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**in with pros and there it goes [RZA] Yo chill with the feedback black we don't need that It's ten o'clock hoe, where the f**'s your seed at Feelin mad hostile, ran the apostle Flowin like Christ when I speaks the gospel Stroll with the holy roll then attack the globe with the buckus style the ruckus, ten times ten men committin mad sin Turn the other cheek and I'll break your f**in chin Slayin boom-bangs like African drums (we'll be) Comin around the mountain when I come Crazy flamboyant for the rap enjoyment My clan increase like black unemployment Yeah, another one dare, G-Gka-Genius Take us the f** outta here [Genius] The Wu is too slammin 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 ya get when ya misuse what I invent Your empire falls and ya lose every cent For tryin to blow up a scrub Now that thought was just as bright as a 20-watt light bulb Should of pumped it when I rocked it n***az 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 meaning 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 [*sounds of fighting*] [RZA] You best protect ya neck [4X]