Wu-Tang Clan Wu-Tang Clan - Protect Ya Neck Lyrics

"So whassup 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 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 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

[Raekwon]
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 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

[Method]
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, 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____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
n____z off because I'm hot like sauce
The smoke from the lyrical blunt makes me *cough*

[U-God]
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"

[*interlude*]
watch ya step kid [8X]
[Ol Dirty b______] c'mon baby baby c'mon [4X]
[RZA] Yo, ya best protect ya neck

[Ol Dirty b______]
First things first man you're f___in with the worst
I'll be stickin pins in your head like a f___in 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____z be rollin with a stash
ain't sayin cash, bite my style I'll bite your m_________in a__!

[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 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___in with pros and there it goes

[RZA]
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___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 f___ outta here

[Genius]
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____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]