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Proteck Ya Neck Ii The Zoo Lyrics - Return To The 36 Chambers [dirty Version] - Ol' Dirty Bastard

See let a nigga come through with that bullshit 

Anytime you pop that shit nigga 

I'ma tell you you can suck a dick, you can suck a pussy 

I know, it'll come to what? Say what? 

 

Now I'ma let all you motherfuckers know 

(See them knows that this is something you can't fuck, always) 

Whether you from Brooklyn, whether you from Manhattan 

You from Queens nigga, I don't give a fuck, where you be motherfucker? 

 

Where you reside motherfucker? 

How you live? How you see? 

Sort the stack outs, this one's the blackout 

Three-fifty-seven to your mouth 

 

Dunn can you hear me? Raw is how I'ma inflicting this 

It's that G type slang that makes this real sickening 

Ignite my styles I got my hand upon the trigger 

Starts from the smallest and hits the bigger nigga 

 

Yo, straight actin' live about them hell fires 

A known mental killer, or thriller, assassin of terror 

The hot bloody fatal mixture of carbonate 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 man 

Serving justice in my vicinity 

This is, Brooklyn, Zu 

 

I get down I get down I crack your fuckin crown 

Lay around and watch some real niggaz break ground 

I can't shop 'cause every bro blowin' up the spot 

Hit rocks and niggaz know 

 

Yo, niggaz grab the mic like the bites of a scorpion 

Nervous, that's why the zoo 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 like mail, pre hands that be the move 

Now your Posse is your fuckin' Platoon 

 

Stale cells, just flows through the air 

I'm like a ninja, once I send ya down stairs 

Then I get furious, imperious, the lyricist 

With the cleverest rhyme erupt to deduct your fuckin' mind 

 

Fuck, shit up on the hurry up 

Known for burying ducks through more styles than a muck 

Warning you chump, brain is out for lunch 

Given the power punch, soon to be paid like Donald Trump 

 

Never fall victim to no bitch 

Jerked my dick, but still got more hoes than a pimp 

And score more points than Shawn Kemp 

Keepin' 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 

 

Got more props than the President 

My hardcore represent, blowin' niggaz back who never had this 

'Cause I'm gifted, so you can get wrapped 

The shit I'm kickin', 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 niggaz rap styles just down is aspired 

You shoulda 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 

 

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 niggaz, you're trippin' 

 

Drugged up from sniffin', you're the one who's riffin' 

I'm not Opie, save that old shit for Andy Griffith 

Start to flip, slip, 'cause you're slippin' 

While you sleep I be the God on point 

 

With Scottie Pip pen as I, jump on stage, flip rip a show 

Strip and rip a hoe, way like Bo 

Jackson while I'm still taxin', maxin' 

Relaxin', sittin' back sellin' good tracks 

 

And again and again when I rock the jam 

Wanna see 'em up in the air? Throw up your hand 

Introducin', one-man band in town 

It's wild, with the style couldn't stand nigga 

 

When the jump, stepped, to the center 

Of the rhyme inventor, MC's come at the 

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 Foo 

Ol' Dirty Bastard, MC killer, money maker, Brooklyn, challenger 

That I lay down like towel, then I get higher 

 

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 anus 

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) 

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