Protect Ya Neck (the Jump Off) Lyrics - Method Man

Method Man 

Miscellaneous 

Protect Ya Neck (The Jump Off) 

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! 

Dance with the mantis, note the slim chances 

Chant this, anthem swing like Pete Sampras 

Takin it straight to Big Man On Campus 

Brandish 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 

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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 at 

2000 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 

Photos 

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 video 

9 milli blow, semi auto wit no serial 

Man metaphysical, I speak for criminals 

Who don't pay they 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 Rico 

Blowin hydro on a beach wit Tamiko 

My 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-Kersee 

Taught 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 run the 400 meter relay 

It's on once I grab the baton from the DJ 

A 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