Protect Ya Neck - Shao Lin Version Songtext - Wu-Tang Clan

Protect Ya Neck - Shao Lin Version - Wu-Tang Clan


Caller: "So whassup man?"

DJ: "Coolin' man"

C: "Chillin' chilin'? Yo, you know I had to call, you why right?"

DJ: "Why?"

C: "Because, you, I never ever call and ask you to play somethin' right?"

DJ: "Yeah"

C: "You know what I wanna hear, right?"

DJ: "Whatchu wanna hear?"

C: "I wanna hear that Wu-Tang joint"

DJ: "Wu-Tang again?"

C: "Ahh yea, again and again"

[Verse 1: Inspectah Deck]
I smoke on the mic like smokin' Joe Frazier
The hell-raiser, raising hell with the flavor
Terrorize the jam like troops in Pakistan
Swingin' through your town like your neighborhood Spiderman
So uhh, tick tock and keep ticking
While I get you flipping off the shit that I'm kicking
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
Roughneck, 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 going 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, go flip on the next man
Cause I grab the clip and

Hit you with 16 shots and more, I got
Going to war with the melting pot hot

[Verse 3: Method Man]
It's the Method Man, for short Mr. Meth
Movin' on your left, UH!
And set it off, get it off, let it off like a Gat

I wanna break fool, cock me back

Small change, they puttin' shame in the game

I take aim and blow the nigga out the frame
And like Fame - my style will live forever
Niggas crossin' over but they don't know no better

But I do
True, can I get a "suuue"
Nuff respect due to the one-six-oooo

I mean ohhh
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 makes me *cough*

[Interlude: 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 a "suuue"

[Ol Dirty Bastard]
C'mon baby, baby c'mon baby, baby c'mon baby baby c'mon

Yo, you best protect ya neck

[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 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 stinking

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 crying 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 the border
And get far like a shooting star
Cause who I are is living 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' A

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