Wu-tang Clan

Wu-tang Clan - Protect Ya Neck (The Jump Off)

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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!

Dance with the mantis, note the slim chances

Chant this, anthem swing like Pete Sampras

Takin 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, pass it

It's drastic, gotta send half to Dirty Bastard


Ayo, ayo

Waves is spinnin, blades is spinnin

Slay em in the eighth inning

Stay truck, god stay playin linen

Kill rap, observe the uptowns, ho, feel that

Mink jeans on, seen where the real at

2000 zitos, movin wit a ill ego

For real, for real, ill lines, ill people

Yo, bring it back, 9 more civilians

Pollyin deals, monopoly and bills

Y'all niggas lyin

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 ass bro, liver than coke


Now what Clan you know wit lines this ill?

Bust shots at Big Ben like we got time to kill

Niggas can't gel or I'm just too high to tell

Put on my gasoline boots and walk through hell

Wit 9 generals, 9 ninjas in your video

9 milli blow, semi auto wit no serial

Man metaphysical, I speak for criminals

Who don't pay they bills on time and fuck wit digital

Never seen, smoke a bag of evergreen

My sword got a jones, more heads for the severing

Johnny in the dungeon, takin all bets, throw ya ones in

Scared money don't make money, throw ya guns in

<i>[Masta Killa]</i>

That's word to Jah Mo, 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 shit

To make my niggas from East New York flip

<i>[Bobby Digital]</i>

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!)


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 in the 80's

Nat Turners wit burners, Jackie Joyner-Kersee

Taught y'all niggas 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 bitches, switchin with they backs out


Niggas wanna pop shit, I pop clips

Bitch, I'll put my dick on ya lips

Alabama split, hammer slay quick

That David Banner gamma ray shit

Shells in the mouth, jailhouse snitch

My powder voice, Snow White stiff

Verbal killas, gorilla grip

God body shit, puff Marley spliffs


You might see me in a 6, that's not my style

You might see me wit a bitch, that's not my child

I be in the benzo, keep a low profile

Dead serious, take flicks and don't smile

Tryna 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


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

Wildest nigga who sprint off the gun sound

The best time yet still 7.0

Swift flow made the cameramen clothes blow

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