Protect Ya Neck

[Intro] Caller: "So whassup man?" DJ: "Coolin' man" C: "Chillin' chilin'? Yo, you know I had to call, you why right?" DJ: "Why?" C: "Because, you, I never ever call and ask you to play somethin' right?" DJ: "Yeah" C: "You know what I wanna hear, right?" DJ: "Whatchu wanna hear?" C: "I wanna hear that Wu-Tang joint" DJ: "Wu-Tang again?" C: "Ahh yea, again and again" [Verse 1: 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 uhh, tick tock and keep ticking While I get you flipping off the shit that 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 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 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 shit like Meth 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 [Verse 3: Method Man] It's the Method Man, for short Mr. Mef Movin' on your left, UH! 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 the nigga out the frame And like fame, my style will live forever Niggas crossin' over but they don't know no better But I do, true, can I get a "Suuu" Nuff respect due to the 1-6-oooh I mean ohhh, 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 blunt makes me *cough* [Interlude: U-God] Ooh what grab my nut, get screwed Oww, here comes my Shaolin style True B-A-ba-B-Y-U To my crew with a "Suuuuuuu" [Ol Dirty Bastard] C'mon baby, baby c'mon baby, baby c'mon baby baby c'mon [RZA] Yo, you best protect ya neck [Verse 4: Ol Dirty Bastard] First things first man, you're fuckin' with the worst I'll be sticking pins in your head like a fucking 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 Zu 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 stinking 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 motherfucking ass [Verse 5: Ghostface Killah] 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 shit 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 shooting star Cause who I are is living the life of Pablo Escobar Point-blank as I kick the square biz There it is, you're fucking 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 fuck's your seed at Feelin' mad hostile, wearing Aeropostle Flowin' like Christ when I speaks The Gospel Stroll with the holy roll, then attack the globe With the buck-us style, the ruckus Ten times ten men committing mad sin Turn the other cheek and I'll break your fuckin' chin Slang boom-bangs like African drums (He'll be) coming around the mountain when I come Crazy flamboyant for the rap enjoyment My clan increase like black unemployment Yeah, another one down, Ju-Jugger-Genius Take us the fuck outta here [Verse 7: GZA] The Wu is too slamming 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 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 was just as bright as a 20-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 of fact, bring out the girls and let's have a mud fight [RZA] You best protect ya neck You best protect ya neck You best protect ya neck You best protect ya neck