Protect Ya Neck

Lyrics

[Intro] So, what's up, 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? What you wanna hear? I wanna hear that Wu-Tang joint Wu-Tang again? Ah, yeah, again and again [Interlude: RZA & Ol' Dirty Bastard] (Wu-Tang Clan comin' at you) Watch your step, kid Watch your step, kid (Protect your neck, kid) Watch your step, kid Watch your step, kid (First to set it off) Watch your step, kid Watch your step, kid (The Inspectah Deck) [Verse 1: Inspectah Deck] I smoke on the mic' like "Smokin' Joe" Frazier The hellraiser, raisin' Hell with the flavor Terrorize the jam like troops in Pakistan Swingin' through your town like your neighborhood Spider-Man So, uh, tick-tock and keep tickin' While I get you flippin' off the **** 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 [Verse 2: 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 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, yo, flip on the next man 'Cause I grab the clip and Hit you with sixteen shots and more, I got Goin' to war with the meltin' pot, akh' [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 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 like they don't know no better But I do, true, can I get a, "Soo?" 'Nough respect due to the 1-6-ooh I mean, "Oh" 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 bud make me— [Bridge: U-God] Ooh What? Grab my nut, get screwed Ow Here comes my Shaolin style True B-A-ba-B-Y-U To my crew with the, "Soo" [Interlude: Ol' Dirty Bastard & RZA] (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Watch your step, kid Watch your step, kid (Come on, baby, baby, come on, baby, baby, come on, baby, baby, come on) Watch your step, kid (Protect your neck) Watch your step, kid Watch your step, kid Watch your step, kid Watch your step, kid (Yo, you best protect your neck) [Verse 4: Ol Dirty Bastard] First things first, man, you're **** with the worst I'll be stickin' pins in your head like a **** 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, now **** 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 **** ass [Verse 5: 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 more again, catch it like a psycho flashback I love gats, if rap was a gun, you wouldn't bust back I come with **** in all types of shapes and sounds And where I lounge is my stomping 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 **** 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 **** your seed at? Feelin' mad hostile, wearin' Aéropostale Flowin' like Christ when I speaks the gospel Stroll with the holy robe Then attack the globe With the buckest Style, the ruckus Ten-times-ten, men committin' mad sin Turn the other cheek and I'll break your **** chin Slayin' boom-bangs like African drums He'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 Ge-Gecka-Genius, take us the **** out of here [Verse 7: GZA] The Wu is too slammin' for these cold killer 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 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 is just as bright as a twenty-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 fact, bring out the girls and let's have a mud fight [Interlude] Huh, huh Huh Huh Yo, yo, yo, yo [Outro: RZA & Ol' Dirty Bastard] You best protect your neck (Watch your step, kid) You best protect your neck (Watch your step, kid) You best protect your neck (Watch your step, kid) You best protect your neck (Watch your step, kid)