Proteck Ya Neck II the Zoo (2020 Remaster) lyrics


Ol’ Dirty Bastard

[Intro: Ol' Dirty bast*rd]
See let a n*gga come through with that bullsh*t
Any time you pop that sh*t, n*gga
I'ma tell you you can suck a di*k, you can suck a pus*y
I know, it'll come to what? Say what?
Now I'ma let all you motherf*ckers know
See them knows that this is something you can't f*ck
Whether you from Brooklyn, whether you from Manhattan
You from Queens, n*gga
I don't give a f*ck where you be, motherf*cker
Where you reside, motherf*cker
How you live? How you see?

[Ol' Dirty bast*rd]
Sort the stack outs, this one's the blackout
Three-fifty-seven to your mouth, blaow

[Buddha Monk - Brooklyn Zu]
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 n*gga

[Prodigal Sunn - Sunz of Man]
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 f*cking crown
Lay around and watch some real n*ggas break ground
I can't shop cause every bro blowing up the spot
Hit rocks and n*ggas know

[Killah Priest - Sunz of Man]
Yo, n*ggas 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 f*cking 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 f*cking mind

[12 O'Clock - Brooklyn Zu]
f*ck sh*t up on the hurry-up
Known for burying ducks through more styles than a monk
Warning you chump, brain is out for lunch
Given the power punch, soon to be paid like Donald Trump
Never fall victim to no b*tch
j*rked my di*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 bast*rd live and uncut

(Shame on a n*gga who tried to run game on a—)

[Shorty sh*t Stain - Brooklyn Zu]
Got more props than the President
My hardcore represent
Blowing n*ggas back who never had this
'Cause I'm gifted, so you can gift wrap the sh*t
I'm kicking and send it to your moms for Christmas
And tell her Shorty sh*t Stain sent it
Soon to have more green than the Jolly Green Giant
'Cause n*ggas 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, n*ggas know

[Ol' Dirty bast*rd]
Roll and stroll with the party scene
n*gga wanna know me as Mr. Clean
Wza-wza-wza-wza-Wu-Tang, flip the script and
Test my skill n*ggas, you're tripping
Drugged up from sniffing, you're the one who's riffing
I'm not Opie, save that old sh*t 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 n*gga
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 bast*rd, 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 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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