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

So wassup, 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?

What you 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 (The 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 uh, tick-tock and keep ticking

While I get you flipping off the shit 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

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 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

Going to war with the melting pot, hot

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

Moving on your left, ah

And set it off, get it off, let it off like a gat

I wanna break, fool, cock me back

Small change, they putting shame in the game

I take aim and blow that nigga out the frame

And like Fame, my style will live forever

Niggas crossing over like they don't know no better

But I do, true, can I get a "suu"

'Nough respect due to the one-six-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 blunt make me (uh)

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 "suu"

Yeah, yeah, yeah (watch your step, kid)

(Watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid)

Come on, baby, baby, come on (protect ya neck)

(Watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid)

Come on, baby, baby, come on (watch your step, kid)

(Watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid)

Yo, you best protect ya neck

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

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

I'll attack any nigga who slack in his MAC

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 stinking

Ason Unique rolling with the night of the creeps

Niggas be rolling with a stash

Ain't saying cash, bite my style, I'll bite your motherfucking ass

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 that's all types of shapes and sounds

And where I lounge is my stomping 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 shooting 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 fucking with pros and there it goes

Yo, chill with the feedback, black, we don't need that

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

Feeling mad hostile, wearing Aeropostale

Flowing like Christ when I speaks the gospel

Stroll with the holy roll, then attack the globe with the buckest style

The ruckus, ten times ten men, committing mad sin

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

Slaying 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, G-G-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 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 trying 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

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 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

You best protect ya neck (watch your step, kid)

You best protect ya neck (watch your step, kid)

You best protect ya neck (watch your step, kid)

You best protect ya neck (watch your step, kid)