Album Name

Club Hip Hop Vol.1

Artist

Wu-Tang Clan, Various Artists

Genre

랩/힙합

Release Date

1997.06.01

Release Agency

RCA Records

Protect Ya Neck - Wu-Tang Clan
watch ya step kid
watch ya step kid
watch ya step kid
watch ya step kid
watch ya step kid
watch ya step kid
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 tic toc 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 ya wanna try to flip go
flip on the next man
Cause I grab the clip and
Hit ya with sixteen shots
and more I got
Goin to war with the meltin pot hot
It's the Method Man
for short Mr Meth
Movin on your left
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
Nuff respect due to the one six
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
Ooh what grab my nut get screwed
Oww here comes my Shaolin style
True B A B Y U
to my crew with the suuue

Yo ya 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 Mordigan
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 a 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 dim in the light 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
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 ya lose every cent
For tryin to blow up a scrub
Now that thought was just as bright
as a 20 watt light bulb
Should of 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 meaning 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