Intro: [Rza]

One two, One two

yo check this out,

it's the jump off right now

I want everybody to put your work down,

put your guns down

And report to the pit, the gravel pit

Leave your problems at home,

leave your children at home

We gon' take it back underground,

I be Bobby Boulders

Wu-Tang Clan on ya mind one time

It's the jump off, so just jump off my (niggaaaaaaaaa)



[Tekitha]

Check out my gravel pit

Oh Mr. Dirty unravel it

Wu-Tang as a city that Im travelin'

Go against the grain if you can handle it



[Meth]

Ha, holla cross from the land of the lost

Behold the pale horse, off course

Follow me, Wu-Tang gotta be

The best thing since Starks in Clark Wallabees

African killa bees black watch

On the radio blowin' out ya watch

>From Park Hill, the house on haunted hill

Every time you walk by, your back get a chill

Let's peel, you want to talk, rap skills

I spit like a semi-automatic to the grill

Elbow grease, and elbow room

Baby play me, baby fall down go boom

Party people gather round,

count down to apocalypse...



[U-God]

I'm the kid with the golden arms



[Meth]

And I'm the (motherfucking) Hot Nix, pass the blunt

My (nigga) don't front

You had it for a minute but it seem like a month

Now I'm chokin', smokin', hopin'

I dope cookin' from overdosin'...

Hey kid, master ya high

Wu and Meth got you open

Let's ride, can't stand niggas that floss too much

Can't stand Bentleys they cost too much

Kid wanna get up, then kid get touched

Kid wanna stick up, then kid get stuck

I'm the one that called you bluff

When your boys tried to act tough

Remember what Ol' Dirty said

I (fuck your ass up)

Now listen



[Tekitha und Meth]



Back, back and forward, forward

Back, back and forward, forward

Back, back and forward, forward

As we go...

Back, back and forward, forward

Back, back and forward, forward

Back, back and forward, forward

As we go...



[Ghostface]

E with the English extinguish styles extremist

Bald head beamers run wild

It's the kid with the gold cup,

stepped out like what

What's poppin and y'all (niggas) bobo

Blasting shae shae, chocolate shortae

Rich fellas rock those all day

1960 (shit) I'm goldie

That's right (motherfucker) don't hold me

The world's greatest, Las Vegas, paid as rock

Skin painted on my face looks ageless

Perfect combos, Ghost bang out condos

?Jeff Vamos homo? and exclude bamos

Bancos, stank hoes, in plain clothes

Change those, bang those, same old, same old



[Raekwon]

Yeah y'all, straight up this the jump off right here

The Gravel Pit, word up, represent, rock the boulders

All my rich gangsta style killers

Y'all know what time it is, shorty do your thing

Get upon that (shit) right now boo, do you

That's what I'm talking 'bout



[U-God]

Step to my groove, move like this

When we shoot the gift,

of course it's ruthless

Grab the mic with no excuses

In a sec, grab the tech and loot this

Execute and shakin' all sets

Now I'm breakin' all heads,

I'm takin' all bets

Move all best, who want the dram' next

You all stank, we got the bigger bank

Bigger shank to fill your tank

Still the same kid for real,

while you crank

Slide, do or die, fry the bank

Admire the grades,

on fire wit a heart of hate

Bitter shark, every part I take,

heavy darts that quake

It's all cake, all fate,

get caught by the drop-kicks

You know the drill, yes it's Park Hill

Yo we hit 'em with the hotness

On the go, check the flow

Sayin Wu don't rock (shit)

Stop quick, hold the gossip

Stop sweatin' my pockets,

I hear the hot (shit)



[Meth und Tekitha