(He'll be) coming around the mountain when I come Come fully packed with a fat rugged stack Now they money's gettin' stuck to the gum under the table Man metaphysical, I speak for criminals You best protect ya neck. Straight up and down, that shit is packed jam Outfits pressed up, ready for airtime Yo chill with the feedback, black we don't need that Stay truck, God stay playin' linen [Verse 3: Method Man] And my phaser off stun (BOBBY!) Matter of fact bring out the girls and let's have a mud fight. Popular Song Lyrics. Robert Fitzgerald Diggs (born July 5, 1969), better known by his stage name Rza ( /ˈrɪzə/ RIZ-ə; usually styled RZA), is an American Grammy-winning music producer, multi-instrumentalist, author, emcee, and occasional actor, director, and screenwriter. Flowin like Christ when I speaks the gospel Put on my gasoline boots and walk through hell, Wit 9 generals, 9 ninjas in your video Mink jeans on, seen where the real at [Intro: Inspectah Deck] [Verse 1: Inspectah Deck] And where I lounge is my stompin grounds We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly. Ooh what grab my nut, get screwed Oww, here comes my Shaolin style I pose for the clothes, make a song like wild Cause I came to shake the frame in half So uhh, tic toc and keep tickin Playlist, Written by: CLIFFORD SMITH, COREY WOODS, DENNIS DAVID COLES, GARY E. GRICE, JASON HUNTER, LAMONT HAWKINS, ROBERT F. DIGGS, RUSSELL T. JONES, Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Downtown Music Publishing. You best protect ya neck The hell raiser, raisin hell with the flavor They are frequently joined by fellow childhood friend Cappadonna, a quasi-member of the group. To go and snatch up props all around the border watch ya step kid Yo, you best protect ya neck 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 We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly. Live life to the fullest, still want more fame And get far like a shooting star Deep in the dark with the art to rip the charts apart Brandish your weapon or get dropped to the canvas, It's drastic, gotta send half to Dirty Bastard, Kill rap, observe the uptowns, ho, feel that, Caught 300, lab look royal wit a mean stomach. Johnny in the dungeon, takin' all bets, throw ya ones in To make my niggas from East New York flip, Yo, you may catch me in a pair of Polo Skipperys, matching cap For cryin out loud my style is wild so book me But he don't know the meaning of dope Niggaz off because I'm hot like sauce Niggas can't gel or I'm just too high to tell The Rebel, I make more noise than heavy metal He has also released solo albums under the alter-ego Bobby Digital, along with executive producing credits for side projects. The Lone Ranger, code red, danger! While I get ya flippin off the shit I'm kickin To my crew with a "Suuuuuuu" That David Banner gamma ray shit, Shells in the mouth, jailhouse snitch Niggaz be rollin with a stash To make my niggas from East New York flip Advisory - the following lyrics contain explicit language: Wu-Tang Clan comin at ya, protect ya neck kid, so set it off that's cleaner than a bar of soap Here's more again, catch it like a psycho flashback Run on the track like Jesse Owens I'm a chip off the board game, got sword game Cause who I are, is dim in the light of Pablo Escobar Wireless nigga who sprint off the gun sound Words from the heavy set, if I don't eat Wu-Tang Clan Lyrics "Protect Ya Neck (The Jump Off)" [INS] Ladies and gentlemen, we'd like to welcome to you All the way from the slums of Shaolin Special uninvited guests Came in through the back door Ladies and gentlemen, it's them! Movin' on your left, UH! Who don't pay they bills on time and fuck with digital But he don't know the meanin' of dope Yo, ya best protect ya neck The smoke from the lyrical blunt makes me *cough* I love Gats, if rap was a gun, you wouldn't bust back 19 Oct. 2020. Your empire falls and ya lose every cent I wanna break fool, cock me back Not long is how long that this rhyme took me So uhh, tick tock and keep ticking Playlist, Written by: CLIFFORD SMITH, COREY WOODS, DENNIS DAVID COLES, GARY E. GRICE, JASON HUNTER, LAMONT HAWKINS, ROBERT F. DIGGS, RUSSELL T. JONES, Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Downtown Music Publishing. The Wu-Tang Clan /ˈwuːtæŋ/ is an American rap group from Staten Island, New York that consists of RZA, GZA, Method Man, Raekwon, Ghostface Killah, Inspectah Deck, U-God, Masta Killa, and the late Ol' Dirty Bastard. Matter of fact, bring out the girls and let's have a mud fight With the buck-us style, the ruckus to my crew with the "suuue" DJ: "Wu-Tang again?" Take us the fuck outta here Niggas wanna pop shit, I pop clips I take aim and blow the nigga out the frame Special uninvited guests came in through the back door The best time yet still 7.0 Chant this, anthem swing like Pete Sampras Scared money don't make money, throw ya guns in, That's word to Jah Mo, San Juan, Puerto Rico Bite my style I'll bite your motherfucking ass You battle, you're sayin' goodbye like Tevin Campbell (Cash Rules Everything Around Me) (Radio Edit). Feelin' mad hostile, wearing Aeropostle And like Fame!, my style'll live forever And like fame, my style will live forever For crying out loud, my style is wild, so book me I wanna break full, cock me back, Small change, they puttin shame in the game Ladies and gentlemen, we'd like to welcome to you
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