Wu-tang Clan

Wu-tang Clan - Protect Ya Neck

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"So whassup man?

Coolin man"

"Chillin chillin?"

"Yo you know I had to call, you know why right?"


"Because, yo, I never ever call and ask, you to play somethin right?"


"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!"

<i>[*sounds of fighting*]</i>

<i>[RZA]</i> Wu-Tang Clan comin at ya, protect ya neck kid, so set it off

de Inspector Deck

<i>[Meth]</i> watch ya step kid (8X)

<i>[Inspector Deck]</i>

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 shit 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


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 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


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, 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

Niggaz 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

Niggaz off because I'm hot like sauce

The smoke from the lyrical blunt makes me *cough*


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"


watch ya step kid <i>[8X]</i>

<i>[Ol Dirty Bastard]</i> c'mon baby baby c'mon [4X]

<i>[RZA]</i> Yo, ya best protect ya neck

<i>[Ol Dirty Bastard]</i>

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 stepped 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 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

Niggaz be rollin with a stash

ain't sayin cash, bite my style I'll bite your motherfuckin ass!

<i>[Ghostface Killah]</i>

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 shit 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 fuckin with pros and there it goes


Yo chill with the feedback black we don't need that

It's ten o'clock hoe, where the fuck'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 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


The Wu is too slammin for these Cold Killin 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

Niggaz so stingy they got short arms and deep pockets

This goes on in some companies

With majors they're scared to death 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

<i>[*sounds of fighting*]</i>

<i>[RZA]</i> You best protect ya neck [4X]

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