Protect Ya Neck

So whassup, 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
 ♪
 Wu-Tang Clan comin' at ya
 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 (de 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, tick-tock and keep tickin'
 While I get ya flippin' off the shit 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
 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 you 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
 Niggaz crossin' over, but they don't know no better
 But I do, true, can I get a "sue"
 'Nough 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, hu
 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 "suuue"
 Watch your step kid (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
 Watch your step kid (C'mon, baby baby, c'mon, baby baby)
 Watch your step kid (C'mon, baby baby, c'mon)
 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 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 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
 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 that's 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 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, 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 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 you lose every cent
 For tryin' 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
 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-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
 
 So whassup, 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
 ♪
 Wu-Tang Clan comin' at ya
 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 (de 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, tick-tock and keep tickin'
 While I get ya flippin' off the shit 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
 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 you 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
 Niggaz crossin' over, but they don't know no better
 But I do, true, can I get a "sue"
 'Nough 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, hu
 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 "suuue"
 Watch your step kid (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
 Watch your step kid (C'mon, baby baby, c'mon, baby baby)
 Watch your step kid (C'mon, baby baby, c'mon)
 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 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 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
 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 that's 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 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, 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 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 you lose every cent
 For tryin' 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
 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-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
 
 So whassup, 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
 ♪
 Wu-Tang Clan comin' at ya
 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 (de 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, tick-tock and keep tickin'
 While I get ya flippin' off the shit 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
 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 you 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
 Niggaz crossin' over, but they don't know no better
 But I do, true, can I get a "sue"
 'Nough 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, hu
 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 "suuue"
 Watch your step kid (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
 Watch your step kid (C'mon, baby baby, c'mon, baby baby)
 Watch your step kid (C'mon, baby baby, c'mon)
 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 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 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
 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 that's 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 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, 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 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 you lose every cent
 For tryin' 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
 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-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