Proteck Ya Neck II the Zoo

Lyrics: Ghostface Killah/GZA/Ol' Dirty Bastard/Raekwon/Method Man/RZA/U-God/Brother J Music: Ghostface Killah/GZA/Ol' Dirty Bastard/Raekwon/Method Man/RZA/U-God/Brother J [Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard] See let a nigga come through with that bullshit Any time you pop that shit, nigga If l could get my shit together I know, it'll come to what? Say what? Now I'ma let all you mother****ers know See them knows that this is something you can't **** Whether you from Brooklyn, whether you from Manhattan You from Queens, nigga I don't give a **** where you be, mother****er Where you reside, mother****er How you live? How you see? Sort the stack outs, this one's the blackout Three-fifty-seven to your mouth, blaow Dirty, can you hear me? Rawness I’m inflicting It's that G type slang that makes this real sickening Ignite the styles, I got my hand upon thе trigger Starts from the smallest and hits thе bigger nigga Yo, straight out the lava by them hell fires A known mental killer, born thriller, assassin of terror A hot bloody fatal mixture of carbon and water Homicidal manslaughter, death is the order Start the mission, travel like the speed of wind Through the valley of sin, I step to ville and murdered many men Serving justice in my vicinity [Zu Keeper - Brooklyn Zu] (This is, Brooklyn, Zu) [Murdoc - Brooklyn Zu] I get down, I get down, I crack your ****ing crown Lay around and watch some real niggas break ground I can't shop cause every bro blowing up the spot Hit rocks and niggas know Yo, niggas grab the mic like the bites of a scorpion Nervous, that's why the Zu brought me in Now bring 'em forth, like the tortures at the courts Before the case begin, first break me in His brain, and make sure he can't maintain the calmness Ya harmless, watch how I bomb this Stage light now appears to be the moon Now your posse is your ****ing platoon Stale sound just flows through the air I'm like a ninja, once I send ya cold stares Then I get furious, imperious, the lyricist with the clearest rhyme Erupt to deduct your ****ing mind **** shit up on the hurry-up Known for burying ducks through more styles than a monk Warning you ch**p, brain is out for lunch Given the power punch, soon to be paid like Donald Trump Never fall victim to no b***h Jerked my d**k, but still got more hoes than a pimp And score more points than Shawn Kemp Keeping powerfully strong like the center on the Knicks Hut one, hut two, hut three, hut Ol Dirty Bastard live and uncut (Shame on a nigga who tried to run game on a—) [Shorty Shit Stain - Brooklyn Zu] Got more props than the President My hardcore represent Blowing niggas back who never had this 'Cause I'm gifted, so you can gift wrap the shit I'm kicking and send it to your moms for Christmas And tell her Shorty Shit Stain sent it Soon to have more green than the Jolly Green Giant 'Cause niggas rap styles just down, it's expired You should've stayed home instead of picking up a microphone But if you wanna run on up, like you tough I call your bluff and blow you down with my hardcore stuff I shine like twenty-four carat, niggas know Roll and stroll with the party scene Nigga wanna know me as Mr. Clean Wza-wza-wza-wza-Wu-Tang, flip the script and Test my skill niggas, you're tripping Drugged up from sniffing, you're the one who's riffing I'm not Opie, save that old shit for Andy Griffith Start to flip, slip cause you're slipping While you sleep I be the God on point, with Scottie Pippen As I jump on stage, flip rip a show Strip and rip a ho, way like Bo Jackson while I'm still taxing maxing Relaxing sitting back, silly attraction Again and again when I rock the jam Wanna see 'em up in the air, throw up your hand Introducing one-man band in town It's wild, more the style couldn't stand nigga When the jump stepped to the center Of the rhyme inventor, MCs' tormentor You get dap slapped, across the MC map Your ass that's your ass on a whore shot Come on through I black and blue your whole crew Then I get Rudy with the Hong Kong Phoo' Ol' Dirty Bastard, MC killer Money maker, Brooklyn, Shaolin style That I lay down like tile, then I get higher [60 Second Assassin - Sunz of Man] Here comes the ill, type ruffer Style be untouched I'm leavin' broken down grammars on the pen Who, who, what? What brings it? Tighter than your shit Chambers this name is for the deepest trainers Keep it stainless, steel, on time it is the windmill Deadly venom kills, at the last of the Sam's Mill 60 Second, nucleus, attack on your set Hit you with the blast (Yo, close the door) Shabazz