Wu-Tang Clan - Protect Ya Neck lyrics

"So, wha's up, man?" "Coolin', man"
"Chillin' chilin' 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 wanna hear, right?"
"Whatchu wanna hear?"
"I wanna hear that Wu Tang joint"
"Wu Tang again?" "Aw, yeah again and again!"

Wu Tang Clan comin' at ya!
(Watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid)
Protect ya neck, kid!
(Watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid)
To set it off
(Watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid)
The Inspectah 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 Spider-Man
So uhh, tick-tock and keep tickin'
While I get ya flippin' off
The shit that I'm kickin'
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

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 you wanna try to flip
Go flip on the next man
'Cause, I grab the clip and hit
Ya with 16 shots and more, i got
Goin' to war with the meltin' pot, akh

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
Niggas crossin' over
But they don't know no better
But, I do, true, can I get a "suue"
Enough respect due to the one-six ooh
I mean O, 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 make me cough

Ooh, what, grab my nut, get screwed
Oww, here comes my Shaolin style
True B-A ba-B-Y-U
To my crew with the "suuuuue"

Yeah, yeah, yeah (Watch your step, kid)
(Watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid)
C'mon, baby baby, c'mon, baby baby
(Protect ya neck)
(Watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid)
C'mon, baby baby, c'mon
(Watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid)
Yo, you best protect ya neck

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 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 stinkin'
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

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 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 shootin' star
'Cause who I are is livin'
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

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, wearing Aeropostale
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 hit's 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 you get when you
Misuse what I invent
Your empire falls and you lose every cent
For tryna blow up a scrub
Now that thought was just as bright
As a 20-watt light bulb
Should've pumped it when I rocked it
Niggas 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 meanin' 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