Listen to Protect Ya Neck (feat. RZA, Method Man, Inspectah Deck, Raekwon, U-God, Ol' Dirty Bastard, Ghostface Killah & GZA) by Wu-Tang Clan

Protect Ya Neck (feat. RZA, Method Man, Inspectah Deck, Raekwon, U-God, Ol' Dirty Bastard, Ghostface Killah & GZA)

Wu-Tang Clan

Hip-Hop/Rap

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

GZA

Vocals

Ghostface Killah

Ghostface Killah

Vocals

Inspectah Deck

Vocals

Method Man

Vocals

Ol' Dirty Bastard

Ol' Dirty Bastard

Vocals

RZA

Vocals

Raekwon

Vocals

U-God

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Clifford Smith

Songwriter

Corey Woods

Songwriter

Dennis Coles

Songwriter

Gary Grice

Songwriter

Jason Hunter

Songwriter

Lamont Jody Hawkins

Lamont Jody Hawkins

Songwriter

Robert Diggs

Songwriter

Russell Jones

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Chris Gehringer

Chris Gehringer

Mastering Engineer

Ethan Ryman

Engineer

RZA

Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

Wu-Tang clan coming at ya

Watch your step kid, watch your step kid (Protect ya neck, kid)

Watch your step kid, watch your step kid (So set it off)

Watch your step kid, watch your step kid (The Inspectah Deck)

[Verse 2]

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 Spiderman

So uh, tick tock and keep ticking

While I get you flipping off the **** 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 saying goodbye like Tevin Campbell

Roughneck, Inspectah Deck's on the set

The Rebel, I make more noise than heavy metal

[Verse 3]

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 **** like math

So if you wanna try to flip, go flip on the next man

'Cause I'll grab the clip and

Hit you with 16 shots and more, I got

Going to war with the melting pot, akh

[Verse 4]

It's the Method Man, for short, Mr. Meth

Moving 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 putting shame in the game

I take aim and blow that **** out the frame

And like fame, my style'll live forever

**** crossing over, but they don't know no better

But I do, true, can I get a "SUUUUU!"?

'Nuff respect due to the 1-6-ooh

I mean O, yo, check out the flow

Like the Hudson or PCP when I'm dusting

**** off, because I'm hot like sauce

The smoke from the lyrical blunt make me–

[Verse 5]

Ooh, what, grab my nut, get screwed

Ow, here comes my Shaolin style

True B-A-ba-B-Y-U

To my crew with a "SUUUUU!"

[Verse 6]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

C'mon, baby-baby, c'mon, baby-baby (Protect ya neck)

Baby, c'mon, baby-baby, c'mon

Yo, you best protect ya neck!

[Verse 7]

First things first, man, you're **** with the worst

I'll be sticking pins in your head like a **** nurse

I'll attack any **** who's 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, that **** 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 rolling with the night of the creeps

**** be rolling with a stash, ain't saying cash

Bite my style, I'll bite your **** ass

[Verse 8]

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 **** 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 **** with pros and there it goes

[Verse 9]

Yo, chill!

With the feedback, black, we don't need that

It's 10 o'clock, ho, where the **** your seed at?

Feeling mad hostile, wearing Aéropostale

Flowing 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 committing mad sin

Turn the other cheek and I'll break your **** chin

Slaying boom-bangs like African drums

(We'll be) coming 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 **** outta here

[Verse 10]

The Wu is too slamming for these Cold Killing 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 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

**** 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

Written by: Wu-Tang Clan

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