Protect Ya Neck (The Jump Off) - Clean LP Lyrics
| Song | Protect Ya Neck (The Jump Off) - Clean LP |
| Artist | Wu-Tang Clan |
| Album | Playlist: The Very Best Of Wu-Tang Clan |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Wu Tang Clan | |
| {Ladies and gentlemen, we'd like to welcome to you | |
| All the way from the slums of | |
| ShaolinSpecial uninvited guests came in through the back door | |
| Ladies and gentlemen, it's them} | |
| Dance with the mantis, note the slim chances | |
| Chant this, anthem swing like | |
| Pete Sampras | |
| Takin' it straight to | |
| Big Man on | |
| CampusBrandish your weapon or get dropped to the canvas | |
| Scandalous, made the metro panic | |
| Cause static, with or without the automatic | |
| And while | |
| I'm at it, yo, you got cash, pass it | |
| It's drastic, gotta send half to | |
| Dirty Bastard | |
| Ayo, ayo, waves is spinnin', blades is spinnin' | |
| Slay 'em in the eighth inning | |
| Stay truck, | |
| God stay playin' linen | |
| Kill rap, observe the uptowns, ho, feel that | |
| Mink jeans on, seen where the real at2000 zitos, movin' wit a ill ego | |
| For real, for real, ill lines, ill people | |
| Yo, bring it back, 9 more civilians | |
| Pollyin' deals, monopoly and bills | |
| Y'all niggas lyin' | |
| Caught 300, lab look royal wit a mean stomach | |
| Go broke, all seen, done it | |
| Words from the heavy set | |
| If I don't eat, then we already met | |
| Fly ass bro, liver than coke | |
| Now what Clan you know wit lines this ill? | |
| Bust shots at | |
| Big Ben like we got time to kill | |
| Niggas can't gel or | |
| I'm just too high to tell | |
| Put on my gasoline boots and walk through hell | |
| Wit 9 generals, 9 ninjas in your video9 milli blow, semi auto wit no serial | |
| Man metaphysical, | |
| I speak for criminals | |
| Who don't pay their bills on time and fuck wit digital | |
| Never seen, smoke a bag of evergreen | |
| My sword got a | |
| Jones, more heads for the severing | |
| Johnny in the dungeon, takin' all bets, throw ya ones in | |
| Scared money don't make money, throw ya guns in | |
| That's word to | |
| Jah Mo, San | |
| Juan, Puerto | |
| RicoBlowin' hydro on a beach wit | |
| TamikoMy gun bullet hollow for you to swallow | |
| Blowin' the nozzle, hear it whistle | |
| One in the head, this is code red, man for dead | |
| X amount of lead spray from the barrel | |
| Heat clear the street like | |
| Connor O'Carroll | |
| Fully equipped, rifles, banana clip shit | |
| To make my niggas from | |
| East New York flip | |
| Yo, you may catch me in a pair of | |
| Polo Skipperys, matching cap | |
| Razor blades in my gums(Bobby!) | |
| You may catch me in yellow | |
| Havana Joe's goose jumper | |
| And my phaser off stun(Bobby!) | |
| Y'all might just catch me in the park playin' chess, studyin' math | |
| Signin' 7 and a sun(Bobby!) | |
| But you won't catch me without the ratchet, in the joint | |
| Smoked out, dead broke or off point(Bobby!) | |
| Wallo's comfortable, chocolate frosting | |
| Your socks hangin' out, yours is talkin' | |
| Rock so steadily, son, | |
| I'm still crazy | |
| Sport my old | |
| Force MD furs in the 80's | |
| Nat Turners wit burners, | |
| Jackie Joyner- | |
| KerseeTaught y'all niggas how to rap, reimburse me | |
| Rothsdale's, ruby red sales, | |
| Bloomingdale's, blocks | |
| Ox tails chopped up in | |
| Caribbean spots | |
| I'm nice, maxed out, creepin' wit the ax out | |
| Murder these bikini bitches, switchin' with they backs out | |
| Niggas wanna pop shit, | |
| I pop clips | |
| Bitch, I'll put my dick on ya lips | |
| Alabama split, hammer slay quick | |
| That David | |
| Banner gamma ray shit | |
| Shells in the mouth, jailhouse snitch | |
| My powder voice, | |
| Snow White stiff | |
| Verbal killas, gorilla grip | |
| God body shit, puff | |
| Marley spliffs | |
| You might see me in a 6, that's not my style | |
| You might see me wit a bitch, that's not my child | |
| I be in the | |
| Benzo, keep a low profile | |
| Dead serious, take flicks and don't smile | |
| Tryna get money, y'all cats is wild | |
| I pose for the clothes, make a song like wild | |
| I'm a chip off the board game, got sword game | |
| Live life to the fullest, still want more fame | |
| Darts on layaway, beats on standby | |
| Outfits pressed up, ready for airtime | |
| Run on the track like | |
| Jesse Owens | |
| Broke the record flowin', without any knowin' | |
| That my wordplay won the 400 meter relay | |
| It's on once | |
| I grab the baton from the | |
| DJA athlete wit his iron cleat in the ground | |
| Wildest nigga who sprint off the gun sound | |
| The best time yet still 7.0 | |
| Swift flow made the cameramen clothes blow |
| zuo ci : Wu Tang Clan | |
| Ladies and gentlemen, we' d like to welcome to you | |
| All the way from the slums of | |
| ShaolinSpecial uninvited guests came in through the back door | |
| Ladies and gentlemen, it' s them | |
| Dance with the mantis, note the slim chances | |
| Chant this, anthem swing like | |
| Pete Sampras | |
| Takin' it straight to | |
| Big Man on | |
| CampusBrandish your weapon or get dropped to the canvas | |
| Scandalous, made the metro panic | |
| Cause static, with or without the automatic | |
| And while | |
| I' m at it, yo, you got cash, pass it | |
| It' s drastic, gotta send half to | |
| Dirty Bastard | |
| Ayo, ayo, waves is spinnin', blades is spinnin' | |
| Slay ' em in the eighth inning | |
| Stay truck, | |
| God stay playin' linen | |
| Kill rap, observe the uptowns, ho, feel that | |
| Mink jeans on, seen where the real at2000 zitos, movin' wit a ill ego | |
| For real, for real, ill lines, ill people | |
| Yo, bring it back, 9 more civilians | |
| Pollyin' deals, monopoly and bills | |
| Y' all niggas lyin' | |
| Caught 300, lab look royal wit a mean stomach | |
| Go broke, all seen, done it | |
| Words from the heavy set | |
| If I don' t eat, then we already met | |
| Fly ass bro, liver than coke | |
| Now what Clan you know wit lines this ill? | |
| Bust shots at | |
| Big Ben like we got time to kill | |
| Niggas can' t gel or | |
| I' m just too high to tell | |
| Put on my gasoline boots and walk through hell | |
| Wit 9 generals, 9 ninjas in your video9 milli blow, semi auto wit no serial | |
| Man metaphysical, | |
| I speak for criminals | |
| Who don' t pay their bills on time and fuck wit digital | |
| Never seen, smoke a bag of evergreen | |
| My sword got a | |
| Jones, more heads for the severing | |
| Johnny in the dungeon, takin' all bets, throw ya ones in | |
| Scared money don' t make money, throw ya guns in | |
| That' s word to | |
| Jah Mo, San | |
| Juan, Puerto | |
| RicoBlowin' hydro on a beach wit | |
| TamikoMy gun bullet hollow for you to swallow | |
| Blowin' the nozzle, hear it whistle | |
| One in the head, this is code red, man for dead | |
| X amount of lead spray from the barrel | |
| Heat clear the street like | |
| Connor O' Carroll | |
| Fully equipped, rifles, banana clip shit | |
| To make my niggas from | |
| East New York flip | |
| Yo, you may catch me in a pair of | |
| Polo Skipperys, matching cap | |
| Razor blades in my gums Bobby! | |
| You may catch me in yellow | |
| Havana Joe' s goose jumper | |
| And my phaser off stun Bobby! | |
| Y' all might just catch me in the park playin' chess, studyin' math | |
| Signin' 7 and a sun Bobby! | |
| But you won' t catch me without the ratchet, in the joint | |
| Smoked out, dead broke or off point Bobby! | |
| Wallo' s comfortable, chocolate frosting | |
| Your socks hangin' out, yours is talkin' | |
| Rock so steadily, son, | |
| I' m still crazy | |
| Sport my old | |
| Force MD furs in the 80' s | |
| Nat Turners wit burners, | |
| Jackie Joyner | |
| KerseeTaught y' all niggas how to rap, reimburse me | |
| Rothsdale' s, ruby red sales, | |
| Bloomingdale' s, blocks | |
| Ox tails chopped up in | |
| Caribbean spots | |
| I' m nice, maxed out, creepin' wit the ax out | |
| Murder these bikini bitches, switchin' with they backs out | |
| Niggas wanna pop shit, | |
| I pop clips | |
| Bitch, I' ll put my dick on ya lips | |
| Alabama split, hammer slay quick | |
| That David | |
| Banner gamma ray shit | |
| Shells in the mouth, jailhouse snitch | |
| My powder voice, | |
| Snow White stiff | |
| Verbal killas, gorilla grip | |
| God body shit, puff | |
| Marley spliffs | |
| You might see me in a 6, that' s not my style | |
| You might see me wit a bitch, that' s not my child | |
| I be in the | |
| Benzo, keep a low profile | |
| Dead serious, take flicks and don' t smile | |
| Tryna get money, y' all cats is wild | |
| I pose for the clothes, make a song like wild | |
| I' m a chip off the board game, got sword game | |
| Live life to the fullest, still want more fame | |
| Darts on layaway, beats on standby | |
| Outfits pressed up, ready for airtime | |
| Run on the track like | |
| Jesse Owens | |
| Broke the record flowin', without any knowin' | |
| That my wordplay won the 400 meter relay | |
| It' s on once | |
| I grab the baton from the | |
| DJA athlete wit his iron cleat in the ground | |
| Wildest nigga who sprint off the gun sound | |
| The best time yet still 7. 0 | |
| Swift flow made the cameramen clothes blow |
| zuò cí : Wu Tang Clan | |
| Ladies and gentlemen, we' d like to welcome to you | |
| All the way from the slums of | |
| ShaolinSpecial uninvited guests came in through the back door | |
| Ladies and gentlemen, it' s them | |
| Dance with the mantis, note the slim chances | |
| Chant this, anthem swing like | |
| Pete Sampras | |
| Takin' it straight to | |
| Big Man on | |
| CampusBrandish your weapon or get dropped to the canvas | |
| Scandalous, made the metro panic | |
| Cause static, with or without the automatic | |
| And while | |
| I' m at it, yo, you got cash, pass it | |
| It' s drastic, gotta send half to | |
| Dirty Bastard | |
| Ayo, ayo, waves is spinnin', blades is spinnin' | |
| Slay ' em in the eighth inning | |
| Stay truck, | |
| God stay playin' linen | |
| Kill rap, observe the uptowns, ho, feel that | |
| Mink jeans on, seen where the real at2000 zitos, movin' wit a ill ego | |
| For real, for real, ill lines, ill people | |
| Yo, bring it back, 9 more civilians | |
| Pollyin' deals, monopoly and bills | |
| Y' all niggas lyin' | |
| Caught 300, lab look royal wit a mean stomach | |
| Go broke, all seen, done it | |
| Words from the heavy set | |
| If I don' t eat, then we already met | |
| Fly ass bro, liver than coke | |
| Now what Clan you know wit lines this ill? | |
| Bust shots at | |
| Big Ben like we got time to kill | |
| Niggas can' t gel or | |
| I' m just too high to tell | |
| Put on my gasoline boots and walk through hell | |
| Wit 9 generals, 9 ninjas in your video9 milli blow, semi auto wit no serial | |
| Man metaphysical, | |
| I speak for criminals | |
| Who don' t pay their bills on time and fuck wit digital | |
| Never seen, smoke a bag of evergreen | |
| My sword got a | |
| Jones, more heads for the severing | |
| Johnny in the dungeon, takin' all bets, throw ya ones in | |
| Scared money don' t make money, throw ya guns in | |
| That' s word to | |
| Jah Mo, San | |
| Juan, Puerto | |
| RicoBlowin' hydro on a beach wit | |
| TamikoMy gun bullet hollow for you to swallow | |
| Blowin' the nozzle, hear it whistle | |
| One in the head, this is code red, man for dead | |
| X amount of lead spray from the barrel | |
| Heat clear the street like | |
| Connor O' Carroll | |
| Fully equipped, rifles, banana clip shit | |
| To make my niggas from | |
| East New York flip | |
| Yo, you may catch me in a pair of | |
| Polo Skipperys, matching cap | |
| Razor blades in my gums Bobby! | |
| You may catch me in yellow | |
| Havana Joe' s goose jumper | |
| And my phaser off stun Bobby! | |
| Y' all might just catch me in the park playin' chess, studyin' math | |
| Signin' 7 and a sun Bobby! | |
| But you won' t catch me without the ratchet, in the joint | |
| Smoked out, dead broke or off point Bobby! | |
| Wallo' s comfortable, chocolate frosting | |
| Your socks hangin' out, yours is talkin' | |
| Rock so steadily, son, | |
| I' m still crazy | |
| Sport my old | |
| Force MD furs in the 80' s | |
| Nat Turners wit burners, | |
| Jackie Joyner | |
| KerseeTaught y' all niggas how to rap, reimburse me | |
| Rothsdale' s, ruby red sales, | |
| Bloomingdale' s, blocks | |
| Ox tails chopped up in | |
| Caribbean spots | |
| I' m nice, maxed out, creepin' wit the ax out | |
| Murder these bikini bitches, switchin' with they backs out | |
| Niggas wanna pop shit, | |
| I pop clips | |
| Bitch, I' ll put my dick on ya lips | |
| Alabama split, hammer slay quick | |
| That David | |
| Banner gamma ray shit | |
| Shells in the mouth, jailhouse snitch | |
| My powder voice, | |
| Snow White stiff | |
| Verbal killas, gorilla grip | |
| God body shit, puff | |
| Marley spliffs | |
| You might see me in a 6, that' s not my style | |
| You might see me wit a bitch, that' s not my child | |
| I be in the | |
| Benzo, keep a low profile | |
| Dead serious, take flicks and don' t smile | |
| Tryna get money, y' all cats is wild | |
| I pose for the clothes, make a song like wild | |
| I' m a chip off the board game, got sword game | |
| Live life to the fullest, still want more fame | |
| Darts on layaway, beats on standby | |
| Outfits pressed up, ready for airtime | |
| Run on the track like | |
| Jesse Owens | |
| Broke the record flowin', without any knowin' | |
| That my wordplay won the 400 meter relay | |
| It' s on once | |
| I grab the baton from the | |
| DJA athlete wit his iron cleat in the ground | |
| Wildest nigga who sprint off the gun sound | |
| The best time yet still 7. 0 | |
| Swift flow made the cameramen clothes blow |
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