Wu-Tang Clan - Protect Ya Neck (Lyrics)

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Song Lyrics: Wu-Tang Clan - Protect Ya Neck

[Skit: Caller & (DJ)]
So, what's up, man?
(Coolin', man)
Chillin' chilin'? 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?
(What you wanna hear?)
I wanna hear that Wu-Tang joint
(Wu-Tang again?)
Aw, yeah! Again and again!

[Intro: RZA & (Ol' Dirty Bastard)]
Wu-Tang Clan comin' at ya!
(Watch your step, kid)
(Watch your step, kid)
Protect ya neck, kid!
(Watch your step, kid)
(Watch your step, kid)
First to set it off!
(Watch your step, kid)
(Watch your step, kid)
The Inspectah Deck!

[Verse 1: Inspectah 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 Spider-Man
So uhh, tick-tock and keep tickin'
While I get you flippin' off the shit that I'm kickin'
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
Ruffneck, 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 goin' on, pal
Call me the rap assassinator
Rhymes rugged and built like Schwarzenegger
And I'ma get mad deep like a threat
Blow up your project, then take all your assets
'Cause I came to shake the frame in half
With the thoughts that bomb shit like math
So if you wanna try to flip, yo, flip on the next man
'Cause I grab the clip and
Hit ya with 16 shots, and more I got
Goin' to war with the meltin' pot, Akh!

[Verse 3: Method Man]
It's the Method Man, for short, Mr. Meth
Movin' on your left! AARGGH!
And set it off, get it off, let it off like a gat
I wanna break full, cock me back
Small change, they puttin' shame in the game
I take aim and blow that nigga out the frame
And like Fame!, my style'll live forever
Niggas crossin' over, but they don't know no better
But I do, true, can I get a "Suuuu!"?
Enough respect due to the one-six-ooh
I mean O! Yo, check out the flow
Like the Hudson or PCP when I'm dustin'
Niggas off, because I'm hot like sauce
The smoke from the lyrical blunt make me cough

[Bridge: 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 the "Suuuuuuu!!"

[Verse 4: Ol Dirty Bastard]
First things first, man, you're fuckin' with the worst
I'll be stickin' pins in your head like a fuckin' nurse
I'll attack any nigga who's slack in his mack
Come fully packed with a fat rugged stack
Shame on you when you step through to
The Ol' Dirty Bastard 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 shit is packed jam, you can't slam
Don't let me get fool on him, man
The Ol' Dirty Bastard is dirty and stinkin'
Ason Unique rollin' with the night of the creeps
Niggas be rollin' with a stash, ain't sayin' cash
Bite my style, I'll bite your motherfuckin' ass!

[Verse 5: Ghostface Killah]
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 more again! Catch it like a psycho flashback
I love gats, if rap was a gun, you wouldn't bust back
I come with shit in all types of shapes and sounds
And where I lounge is my stompin' grounds
I give an order to my peeps across the water
To go and snatch up props all around my border
And get far like a shootin' star
'Cause who I are is livin' the life of Pablo Escobar
Point-blank as I kick the square biz
There it is, you're fuckin' 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 fuck's your seed at?!
Feelin' mad hostile, wearin' Aeropostale
Flowin' like Christ when I speaks the gospel
Stroll with the holy robe
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 fuckin' 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 fuck outta here!

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