Protect Ya Neck Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
So was[Gm]sup, man?
Coolin', man
[G]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
joint
Wu-Tang again?
again?
Ah, yeah, again [Gm]and
[G]
again

[Verse 2]
Wu-Tang Clan Clan comin' at ya [G]Watch your
step, kid
Watch your [Gm]step,
kid (protect ya neck[G], kid)
Watch your step,
kid (so set it off)
Watch your [Gm]step, kid
Watch your [G]step, kid
[Eb]Watch your [G]step, [Gm]kid (The Inspectah Deck) I [G]smoke
on the mic like smokin' Joe Frazier
The hell-raiser,
raising raising hell with the [Gm]flavor
[G]Terrorize the jam like troops
in Pakistan
Swinging through your town like
your neighborhood [Gm]Spider-Man
[G]So So uh, tick-tock and
and keep ticking
[Abm]While I get you flipping off the
[Ab]shit I'm [G]kicking
The Lone Ranger, code red, danger
[Abm]Deep in the dark with the a[Ab]rt to
[G]rip the charts apart
The vandal, too hot to handle
You [Ab]battle, you're saying "Goodbye"
like [G]Tevin Campbell
Roughneck, Inspectah Deck's on the set
The [Abm]rebel, I make more noise
than heavy [G]metal

[Verse 3]
The way I make the crowd go wild
Sit back, [Abm]re lax, won't smile
[Ab]Rae got it g[G]oing on, pal,
call me the [Abm]rap assassinator
Rhymes rugged and built like
[G]Schwarzenegger
And I'ma get mad deep like a threat,
[Abm]blow up your project
Then [G]take all your assets
'Cause I came to shake the frame [Abm]in half
With the thoughts that bomb [Ab]shit like math
[G]So if you wanna try to flip,
go flip on the [Abm]next man
'Cause I grab the clip, [Gm]and
[G]Hit you with 16 shots and more, I got

[Verse 4]
Going to war with the melting pot, hot
[G]It's the Method Man,
for short, Mr. [Gm]Meth
[Abm]Moving on your left, ah
And [G]set it off, get it off,
let it off like a gat
I wanna break, fool, cock me [Gm]back
[G]Small change, they putting [Gm]shame in the game
I take aim and blow that nigga
out the [Gm]frame
[G]And like Fame, my style will live forever
Niggas crossing over like they
don't know [G]no better
But I do, true, can I get [Gm]a "suu"
'Nough respect due to the one-six-ooh
I [G]I I mean oh, yo, check out the flow
Like [Abm]the Hudson,
or PCP when [G]I'm dustin'
Niggas off, because I'm hot like sauce
The [Abm]smoke from the lyrical
blun[Ab]t ma[G]ke me (uh)

[Verse 5]
Ooh, what, grab my nut, [Abm]get screwed
Ow, [Ab]here comes [Abm]my Shaolin [G]style
True B-A-ba-B-Y-U
To To To To To [Abm]To my crew with the "suu"
Yeah, yeah, yeah (watch your step, kid)
[Ab](Watch your step,

[Verse 6]
[G]
kid,
[Eb]watch your step, kid)
Come [G]on, baby, baby,
come [Gm]on (protect ya neck)
(Watch your step,
[Bb]kid, watch your step, kid)
Come [G]on, baby, baby, come on (watch your step,
kid)
(Watch your step, kid,
watch your step, kid)

[Verse 7]
Yo, you best protect ya neck
[G]First things first, man,
you're fucking with the worst
I'll be sticking pins in your head
[Gm]like a fucking nurse
[G]I'll attack any nigga
who slack in his MAC
Come fully packed with a fat [Gm]rugged stack
[G]Shame on you when
you stepped through to
The Ol' Dirty Bastard straight
from the [G]Brooklyn Zoo
And I'll be damned if I let any man
Come [Ab]to my center,
you enter [G]the winter
Straight up and down,
that shit packed jam
You can't [Ab]slam,
[Abm]don't let me get [Ab]fool on him, [G]man
The Ol' Dirty Bastard is dirty and stinking
[Abm]Ason Unique rolling with[Ab]
the night [Bb]of the creeps
[G]Niggas be rolling with a stash
Ain't saying [Ab]cash, bite my style,
I'll bite your motherfuck[G]ing ass

[Verse 8]
For crying out loud,
my style is wild, so book me
Not long is how long that
this rhyme took [Gm]me
[G]Ejecting styles from my lethal weapon
My pen that rocks from here
to Ore[G]gon
Here's more again,
catch it like a psycho flashback
I love gats, if rap was a gun,
you wouldn't [G]bust back
I come with shit that's all types
of shapes and sounds
And where I lounge is
my stomp[G]ing grounds
I give a order to my peeps
across the water
To go and snatch up props
all around [Gm]the border
[G]And get far like a shooting star
'Cause who I are is [Eb]livin'
the life [G]of Pablo Escobar
Point blank as I kick the square [Gm]biz
There it is, you're fucking
with pros and there it [G]goes

[Verse 9]
Yo, chill with the feedback,
black, we don't [Gm]need that
[Ab]It's 10 o'clock, [Abm]ho,
where the [Ab]fuck's your seed at?
[G]Feeling mad hostile,
wearing [Ab]Aeropostale
Flowing like Christ when I
[Abm]speaks the gos[Gm]pel
[G]Stroll with the holy roll,
then attack the globe with the buckest style
The [G]ruckus,
ten times ten men, committing mad sin
Turn the other cheek and I'll break
your fucking chin
Slaying boom-bangs like like African
drums (he'll be)
Coming around the mountain
when I [F]come
[G]Crazy flamboyant for the rap enjoyment
My clan increase like black
unemploy[G]ment
Yeah, another one down, G-G-Genius
Take [Abm]Take Take u[Ab]s the fuck outta h[G]ere

[Verse 10]
The Wu is too slammin' for
these Cold Killin' labels
Some [Abm]ain't had hits since
I seen Aunt [Gm]Mabel
Be [G]doing artists in like Cain did Abel
Now they money's getting stuck
to the gum under the [Gm]table
[G]That's what you get when you misuse
what I invent
Your empire falls and [Gm]you lose
every [G]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 [Gm]pockets
[G]This goes on in some companies
With majors,
they're scared to death to pump [Gm]these
[G]First of all, who's your A&R?
A mountain climber who plays
an [Ab]electric gui[G]tar?
But he don't know the
meaning of "dope"
When he's looking for a
[Abm]"suit-and-tie rap"
rap"
rap"
That's [Ab]cleaner than a bar of soap
[G]And I'm the dirtiest thing in sight
Matter of [Ab]fact, bring out the girls

[Verse 11]
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)