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letra de protect ya neck (bloody version) - wu-tang clan

[intro: ol’ dirty b-st-rd & rza]
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)
to set it off
(watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid)
the inspectah deck!

[verse 1: inspectah deck]
i smoke on the mic like “smokin’ joe” frazier
the h-ll-raiser, raisin’ h-ll with the flavor
terrorize the jam like troops in pakistan
swingin’ through your town like your neighborhood spider-man
so uhh, tick-tock and keep tickin’
while i get ya flippin’ off the sh-t that i’m kickin’
the lone ranger, code red, danger
deep in the dark with the art to rip the charts apart
the vandal, too hot to handlе
you battle, you’re sayin’ “goodbye” likе 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 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 sh-t like math
so if you wanna try to flip, go flip on the next man
’cause i grab the clip and hit ya with 16 shots and more, i got
goin’ to war with the meltin’ pot, akh
[verse 3: method man]
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, c-ck me back
small change, they puttin’ shame in the game
i take aim and blow that n-gga out the frame
and like fame my style’ll live forever
n-ggas crossin’ over, but they don’t know no better
but i do, true, can i get a “suue”
enough respect due to the one-six-ooh
i mean o, yo check out the flow
like the hudson or pcp when i’m dustin’
n-ggas off, because i’m hot like sauce
the smoke from the lyrical blunt make me -cough-

[verse 4: 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 the “suuuuue”

[interlude: ol’ dirty b-st-rd & rza]
yeah, yeah, yeah (watch your step, kid)
(watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid)
c’mon, baby baby, c’mon, baby baby (protect ya neck)
(watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid)
c’mon, baby baby, c’mon
(watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid)
yo, you best protect ya neck
[verse 5: ol dirty b-st-rd]
first things first, man, you’re f-ckin’ with the worst
i’ll be stickin’ pins in your head like a f-ckin’ nurse
i’ll attack any n-gga 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 b-st-rd straight from the brooklyn zoo
and i’ll be d-mned if i let any man
come to my center, you enter the winter
straight up and down, that sh-t is packed jam
you can’t slam, don’t let me get fool on him, man
the ol’ dirty b-st-rd is dirty and stinkin’
ason unique rollin’ with the night of the creeps
n-ggas be rollin’ with a stash, ain’t sayin’ cash
bite my style, i’ll bite your motherf-ckin’ ass

[verse 6: ghostface k!llah]
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 sh-t in 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 sn-tch 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 f-ckin’ with pros, and there it goes
[verse 7: rza]
yo, chill with the feedback, black, we don’t need that
it’s 10 o’clock, ho, where the f-ck’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 f-ckin’ 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-g*nius
take us the f-ck outta here

[verse 8: gza]
the wu is too slammin’ for these cold k!llin’ 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
n-ggas 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

[outro: rza]
you best protect ya neck
you best protect ya neck
you best protect ya neck
you best protect ya neck

- wu tang clan

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