Текст песни Protect Ya Neck (Shao Lin Version) - Wu-Tang Clan
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
...
the
Inspector
Deck
(Meth)
watch
ya
step
kid
(Inspectah
Deck)
I
smoke
on
the
mic,
like
smokin'
Joe
Frazier
The
hell
raisa',
raisin'
hell
with
the
flava'
Terrorize
the
jam
like
troops
in
Pakistan
Swingin'
through
your
town
like
your
neighbourhood
Spiderman
So
uhh,
tic,
toc,
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
their
charts
apart
The
vandal,
too
hot
to
handle
Ya
battle,
ya
sayin'
Goodbye
like
Tevin
Campbell
Roughneck,
Inspectah
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
assassinata'
Rhymes
rugged,
and
built
like
Schwarzenegger
And
I'm
a-get
mad
deep
like
a
threat,
blow
up
yeh
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
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
fool,
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
Niggaz
crossin
over,
but
they
don't
know
no
better
But
I
do,
true,
can
I
get
a
"zoo"
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'
Niggaz
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
"zoooo"
*Interlude*
Watch
ya
step
kid
(Ol
Dirty
Bastard)
c'mon
baby
baby
c'mon
(RZA)
Yo,
ya
best
protect
ya
neck
(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's
slack
in
his
mack
Come
fully
packed
with
a
fat
rugged
stack
Shame
on
you
when
you
stepped
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,
Niggaz
be
rollin'
with
a
stash
Ain't
sayin
cash,
bite
my
style
I'll
bite
your
motherfuckin
ass!
(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
shit
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
snatch
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
fuckin'
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
fuck'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
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,
anotha'
one
dare,
G-Gka-Genius
Take
us
the
fuck
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
yeh
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
Niggaz
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
& tie
rap
That's
cleaner
than
a
bar
of
soap
And
I'm
the
dirtiest
thing
in
sight
Matter
fact
bring
out
the
girls
and
let's
have
a
mud
fight
*Sounds
of
fighting*
(RZA)
You
best
protect
ya
neck.
(Meth)
watch
ya
step
kid.
Repeat
till
fadeout
1 Gravel Pit
2 Method Man
3 Protect Ya Neck (Shao Lin Version)
4 C.R.E.A.M. (Cash Rules Everything Around Me) [Radio Edit]
5 Wu-Tang Clan Ain't Nuthing Ta F' Wit (Radio Edit)
6 Can It Be All so Simple (Radio Edit)
7 Shame On a Nuh
8 Diesel
9 Da Mystery of Chessboxin' (Radio Edit)
10 It's Yourz
11 Protect Ya Neck (The Jump Off)
12 Uzi (Pinky Ring)
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