Wu-Tang Clan – Protect Ya Neck

Wu-Tang Clan – Protect Ya Neck Lyrics

Artist: Wu-Tang Clan
Song: Protect Ya Neck

So wassup, 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?
Ah, yeah, again and again
Watch your step, kid

Watch your step, kid (protect ya neck, kid)
Watch your step, kid (so set it off)
Watch your step, kid
Watch your step, kid

Watch your step, kid (The 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

Swinging through your town like your neighborhood Spider-Man
So uh, tick-tock and keep ticking
While I get you flipping off the sh#t 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 saying “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 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 sh#t 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
It’s the Method Man, for short Mr. Meth
Moving on your left, ah
And set it off, get it off, let it off like a gat

I wanna break, fool, c#ck me back
Small change, they putting shame in the game
I take aim and blow that n#gg# out the frame
And like Fame, my style will live forever

n#gg#s crossing over, but they don’t know no better
But I do, true, can I get a “suu”
‘Nough 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#gg#s off, because I’m hot like sauce
The smoke from the lyrical blunt makes me
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 “suu”
Yeah, yeah, yeah (watch your step, kid)

(Watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid)
Come on, baby, baby, come on (protect ya neck)
(Watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid)
Come on, baby, baby, come on (watch your step, kid)

(Watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid)
Yo, you best protect ya neck
First things first, man, you’re f#cking with the worst
I’ll be sticking pins in your head like a f#cking nurse

I’ll attack any n#gg# who slack in his MAC
Come fully packed with a fat rugged stack
Shame on you when you stepped through to
The Ol’ Dirty b#stard 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 sh#t packed jam
You can’t slam, don’t let me get fool on him, man

The Ol’ Dirty b#stard is dirty and stinking
Ason Unique rolling with the night of the creeps
n#gg#s be rolling with a stash
Ain’t saying cash, bite my style I’ll bite your motherf#cking #ss

For crying out loud, my style is wild, so book me
Not long is how long that this rhyme took me
Ejecting 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 sh#t that’s all types of shapes and sounds
And where I lounge is my stomping 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 shooting 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 f#cking 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 f*ck’s your seed at?

Feeling mad hostile, ran the apostle
Flowing like Christ when I speaks the gospel
Stroll with the holy roll, then attack the globe with the buck us style
The ruckus, 10 times 10 men committing mad sin

Turn the other cheek and I’ll break your f#cking chin
Slaying boom-bangs like African drums
Coming around the mountain when I come
Crazy flamboyant for the rap enjoyment

My clan increase like black unemployment
Yeah, another one down, G-g-genius
Take us the f*ck outta here
The Wu is too slammin’ for these Cold Killin’ labels

Some ain’t had hits since I seen Aunt Mabel
Be doing artists in like Cain did Abel
Now they money’s getting 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 trying to 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

n#gg#s 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 looking 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 (watch your step, kid)
You best protect ya neck (watch your step, kid)

You best protect ya neck (watch your step, kid)
You best protect ya neck (watch your step, kid)
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Wu-Tang Clan Lyrics – Protect Ya Neck

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From the album:
The W [Explicit]
Release Year: 2000