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Protect Ya Neck Lyrics

So whats 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 want to hear right?
What'chu want to hear?
I want to hear that Wu-Tang joint
Wu-Tang again?
Ah yeah, again and again!

Wu-Tang Clan comin' at ya, protect ya neck kid, so set it off
De Inspector Deck
watch ya step kid
watch ya step kid
watch ya step kid
watch ya step kid
watch ya step kid
watch ya step kid
watch ya step kid
watch ya step kid

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 uh, tic toc and keep tickin'
While I get ya flippin' off the s*** 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 a**assinator
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, s*** like math!
So if ya want to 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 want to break full, c*** me back
Small change, they puttin' shame in the game
I take aim and blow that n**** out the frame
And like Fame! My style'll live forever
n***** 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 oh, yo check out the flow
Like the Hudson or PCP when I'm dustin'
n***** off because I'm hot like sauce
The smoke from the lyrical blunt makes me
Oh, what, grab my nut get screwed
Ow, here comes my Shaolin style
Sloop-B and my B-boy's you
To my crew with the "sue"

Watch ya step kid
Watch ya step kid
Watch ya step kid
Watch ya step kid
Watch ya step kid
Watch ya step kid
Watch ya step kid
Watch ya step kid
c'mon baby baby c'mon
c'mon baby baby c'mon
c'mon baby baby c'mon
c'mon baby baby c'mon
Yo, ya best protect ya neck

First things first man you're f*****' with the worst
I'll be stickin' pins in your head like a f*****' nurse
I'll attack any n**** 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 b****** straight from the Brooklyn Zoo
And I'll be d***ed if I let any man
Come to my center, you enter, the winter
Straight up and down that s*** packed jam
You can't slam, don't let me get fool on him man
The Ol' Dirty b****** is dirty and stinkin'
Ason, Unique rollin' with the night of the creeps
n***** be rollin' with a stash
Ain't sayin' cash, bite my style I'll b*** your m***********' a**!

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 s*** 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 s***** 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*****' 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 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*****' 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

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
n***** 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

You best protect ya neck
You best protect ya neck
You best protect ya neck
You best protect ya neck
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