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WU-TANG CLAN : Protect Ya Neck lyrics

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WU-TANG CLAN lyrics : "Protect Ya Neck"

"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!"

[*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 %#@! 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 $$#assinator

Rhymes rugged and built like Schwarzenegger
And I'ma get mad deep like a threat, blow up your project
Then take all your $$#ets

Cause I came to shake the frame in half
With the thoughts that bomb, %#@! 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, @@#! me back

Small change, they puttin shame in the game
I take aim and blow that ^!$$% out the frame
And like Fame!!, my style'll live forever

^!$$%z 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
^!$$%z 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 [8X]
[Ol Dirty [email protected]&!] c'mon baby baby c'mon [4X]
[RZA] Yo, ya best protect ya neck

[Ol Dirty [email protected]&!]
First things first man you're $#&@in with the worst

I'll be stickin pins in your head like a $#&@in nurse
I'll attack any ^!$$% 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 [email protected]&! 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 %#@! packed jam
You can't slam, don't let me get fool on him man
The Ol Dirty [email protected]&! is dirty and stinkin

Ason, Unique rollin with the night of the creeps
^!$$%z be rollin with a stash
ain't sayin cash, bite my style I'll bite your mother$#&@in $$#!

[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 Mordigan, catch it like a psycho flashback

I love gats, if rap was a gun, you wouldn't bust back
I come with %#@! 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 $#&@in 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 $#&@'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 $#&@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 $#&@ 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
^!$$%z 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

[*sounds of fighting*]

[RZA] You best protect ya neck [4X]

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