[RZA] 1,2, 1,2, 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 yo' mind one time It's the jump off, so just jump off my nigga...
HOOK: Paulissa Morgan Check out my gravel pit A mystery unraveling Wu-Tang is the CD that I travel with Don't go against the grain if you can't handle it
[Meth] Ha, holla cross from the land of the lost Behold the pale horse, off course (off course) Follow me, Wu-Tang gotta be The best thing since stocks in Clark Wallabees [ZZZH] African killers bees black watch (black watch) On your radio, blowin out yo' watts [ZZZH] From Park Hill, the house on haunted hill Every time you walk by your back get a chill [BLBLBH!] Let's peel, who want to talk rap skills I spit like a semi-automatic to the grill [BOOM!] Elbow grease, and elbow room Baby play me, baby fall down, go boom [BOOM!] Party people gather round, count down to apocalypse [3, 2, 1...]
[U-God] I'm the kid with the golden arms
[Meth] And I'm the motherfuckin hott nikks [AAAAH!] pass the blunt My nigga don't front You had it for a minute but it seem like a month [COUGH] Now I'm chokin, smokin, hopin I don't croakin, from overdosin... Hey kid, [walk straight as a I...] Wu and Meth got you open (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 your bluff When your boy tried to act tough... Remember what Old Dirty said, I'll fuck yo' ass up! Now listen
[Meth over hook] Back, back and forth and forth Back, back and forth and forth Back, back and forth and forth As we go... Back, back and forth and forth Back, back and forth and forth Back, back and forth and forth 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 dobo Blastin shae shae, chocolate shortae Rich color mocks, 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 look ageless Perfect combos, Ghost bang out condos Jeff from Hamo, ex three bangos 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 up on that shit right now boo, do you That's what I'm talkin 'bout
[U-God] Yo, 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 techs and loot this Executin, shakin all sets, and I'm breakin all hecks 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 kill you for real, while you crank Slide, do or die, fry to bake Admire the greats, on fire wit a heart of hate Bitter shark, every part I take, heavy darts that quake It's okay, all fakes, get caught by the dropkicks You know the thrill, yes it's Park Hill Yo we hit 'em with the hot grits... 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
[RZA] 1,2, 1,2, 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 yo' mind one time It's the jump off, so just jump off my nigga...
HOOK: Paulissa Morgan Check out my gravel pit A mystery unraveling Wu-Tang is the CD that I travel with Don't go against the grain if you can't handle it
[Meth] Ha, holla cross from the land of the lost Behold the pale horse, off course (off course) Follow me, Wu-Tang gotta be The best thing since stocks in Clark Wallabees [ZZZH] African killers bees black watch (black watch) On your radio, blowin out yo' watts [ZZZH] From Park Hill, the house on haunted hill Every time you walk by your back get a chill [BLBLBH!] Let's peel, who want to talk rap skills I spit like a semi-automatic to the grill [BOOM!] Elbow grease, and elbow room Baby play me, baby fall down, go boom [BOOM!] Party people gather round, count down to apocalypse [3, 2, 1...]
[U-God] I'm the kid with the golden arms
[Meth] And I'm the motherfuckin hott nikks [AAAAH!] pass the blunt My nigga don't front You had it for a minute but it seem like a month [COUGH] Now I'm chokin, smokin, hopin I don't croakin, from overdosin... Hey kid, [walk straight as a I...] Wu and Meth got you open (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 your bluff When your boy tried to act tough... Remember what Old Dirty said, I'll fuck yo' ass up! Now listen
[Meth over hook] Back, back and forth and forth Back, back and forth and forth Back, back and forth and forth As we go... Back, back and forth and forth Back, back and forth and forth Back, back and forth and forth 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 dobo Blastin shae shae, chocolate shortae Rich color mocks, 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 look ageless Perfect combos, Ghost bang out condos Jeff from Hamo, ex three bangos 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 up on that shit right now boo, do you That's what I'm talkin 'bout
[U-God] Yo, 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 techs and loot this Executin, shakin all sets, and I'm breakin all hecks 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 kill you for real, while you crank Slide, do or die, fry to bake Admire the greats, on fire wit a heart of hate Bitter shark, every part I take, heavy darts that quake It's okay, all fakes, get caught by the dropkicks You know the thrill, yes it's Park Hill Yo we hit 'em with the hot grits... 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
watch ya step kid watch ya step kid watch ya step kid watch ya step kid watch ya step kid watch ya step kid I smoke on the mic like smokin Joe Frazier The hell raiser raisin hell with the flavor Terrorize the jam like troops in Pakistan Swingin through your town like your neighborhood Spiderman So uhh tic toc and keep tickin While I get ya flippin off the shit I'm kickin The Lone Ranger code red danger Deep in the dark with the art to rip charts apart The vandal too hot to handle Ya battle you're sayin Goodbye like Tevin Campbell Roughneck Inspector Deck's on the set The rebel I make more noise than heavy metal The way I make the crowd go wild sit back relax won't smile Rae got it goin on pal call me the rap assassinator Rhymes rugged and built like Schwarzenegger And I'ma get mad deep like a threat blow up your project Then take all your assets Cause I came to shake the frame in half With the thoughts that bomb shit like math So if ya wanna try to flip go flip on the next man Cause I grab the clip and Hit ya with sixteen shots and more I got Goin to war with the meltin pot hot It's the Method Man for short Mr Meth Movin on your left And set it off get it off let it off like a gat I wanna break full cock me back Small change they puttin shame in the game I take aim and blow that nigga out the frame And like Fame my style'll live forever Niggaz crossin over but they don't know no better But I do true can I get a sue Nuff respect due to the one six I mean ohh yo check out the flow like the Hudson or PCP when I'm dustin Niggaz off because I'm hot like sauce The smoke from the lyrical Ooh what grab my nut get screwed Oww here comes my Shaolin style True B A B Y U to my crew with the suuue
Yo ya best protect ya neck First things first man you're fuckin with the worst I'll be stickin pins in your head like a fuckin nurse I'll attack any nigga who's slack in his mack Come fully packed with a fat rugged stack Shame on you when you stepped through to The Ol Dirty Bastard straight from the Brooklyn Zoo And I'll be damned if I let any man Come to my center you enter the winter Straight up and down that shit packed jam You can't slam don't let me get fool on him man The Ol Dirty Bastard is dirty and stinkin Ason Unique rollin with the night of the creeps Niggaz be rollin with a stash ain't sayin cash bite my style I'll bite your motherfuckin ass For cryin out loud my style is wild so book me Not long is how long that this rhyme took me Ejectin styles from my lethal weapon My pen that rocks from here to Oregon Here's Mordigan catch it like a psycho flashback I love gats if rap was a gun you wouldn't bust back I come with shit that's all types of shapes and sounds And where I lounge is my stompin grounds I give a order to my peeps across the water To go and snatch up props all around the border And get far like a shootin star Cause who I are is dim in the light of Pablo Escobar Point blank as I kick the square biz There it is you're fuckin with pros and there it goes Yo chill with the feedback black we don't need that It's ten o'clock hoe where the fuck's your seed at Feelin mad hostile ran the apostle Flowin like Christ when I speaks the gospel Stroll with the holy roll then attack the globe with the buckus style the ruckus ten times ten men committin mad sin Turn the other cheek and I'll break your fuckin chin Slayin boom bangs like African drums Comin around the mountain when I come Crazy flamboyant for the rap enjoyment My clan increase like black unemployment Yeah another one dare G Gka Genius Take us the fuck outta here The Wu is too slammin for these Cold Killin labels Some ain't had hits since I seen Aunt Mabel Be doin artists in like Cain did Abel Now they money's gettin stuck to the gum under the table That's what ya get when ya misuse what I invent Your empire falls and ya lose every cent For tryin to blow up a scrub Now that thought was just as bright as a 20 watt light bulb Should of pumped it when I rocked it Niggaz so stingy they got short arms and deep pockets This goes on in some companies With majors they're scared to death to pump these First of all who's your A&R A mountain climber who plays an electric guitar But he don't know the meaning of dope When he's lookin for a suit and tie rap that's cleaner than a bar of soap And I'm the dirtiest thing in sight Matter of fact bring out the girls and let's have a mud fight
You best protect ya neck You best protect ya neck You best protect ya neck
watch ya step kid watch ya step kid watch ya step kid watch ya step kid watch ya step kid watch ya step kid I smoke on the mic like smokin Joe Frazier The hell raiser raisin hell with the flavor Terrorize the jam like troops in Pakistan Swingin through your town like your neighborhood Spiderman So uhh tic toc and keep tickin While I get ya flippin off the shit I'm kickin The Lone Ranger code red danger Deep in the dark with the art to rip charts apart The vandal too hot to handle Ya battle you're sayin Goodbye like Tevin Campbell Roughneck Inspector Deck's on the set The rebel I make more noise than heavy metal The way I make the crowd go wild sit back relax won't smile Rae got it goin on pal call me the rap assassinator Rhymes rugged and built like Schwarzenegger And I'ma get mad deep like a threat blow up your project Then take all your assets Cause I came to shake the frame in half With the thoughts that bomb shit like math So if ya wanna try to flip go flip on the next man Cause I grab the clip and Hit ya with sixteen shots and more I got Goin to war with the meltin pot hot It's the Method Man for short Mr Meth Movin on your left And set it off get it off let it off like a gat I wanna break full cock me back Small change they puttin shame in the game I take aim and blow that nigga out the frame And like Fame my style'll live forever Niggaz crossin over but they don't know no better But I do true can I get a sue Nuff respect due to the one six I mean ohh yo check out the flow like the Hudson or PCP when I'm dustin Niggaz off because I'm hot like sauce The smoke from the lyrical Ooh what grab my nut get screwed Oww here comes my Shaolin style True B A B Y U to my crew with the suuue
Yo ya best protect ya neck First things first man you're fuckin with the worst I'll be stickin pins in your head like a fuckin nurse I'll attack any nigga who's slack in his mack Come fully packed with a fat rugged stack Shame on you when you stepped through to The Ol Dirty Bastard straight from the Brooklyn Zoo And I'll be damned if I let any man Come to my center you enter the winter Straight up and down that shit packed jam You can't slam don't let me get fool on him man The Ol Dirty Bastard is dirty and stinkin Ason Unique rollin with the night of the creeps Niggaz be rollin with a stash ain't sayin cash bite my style I'll bite your motherfuckin ass For cryin out loud my style is wild so book me Not long is how long that this rhyme took me Ejectin styles from my lethal weapon My pen that rocks from here to Oregon Here's Mordigan catch it like a psycho flashback I love gats if rap was a gun you wouldn't bust back I come with shit that's all types of shapes and sounds And where I lounge is my stompin grounds I give a order to my peeps across the water To go and snatch up props all around the border And get far like a shootin star Cause who I are is dim in the light of Pablo Escobar Point blank as I kick the square biz There it is you're fuckin with pros and there it goes Yo chill with the feedback black we don't need that It's ten o'clock hoe where the fuck's your seed at Feelin mad hostile ran the apostle Flowin like Christ when I speaks the gospel Stroll with the holy roll then attack the globe with the buckus style the ruckus ten times ten men committin mad sin Turn the other cheek and I'll break your fuckin chin Slayin boom bangs like African drums Comin around the mountain when I come Crazy flamboyant for the rap enjoyment My clan increase like black unemployment Yeah another one dare G Gka Genius Take us the fuck outta here The Wu is too slammin for these Cold Killin labels Some ain't had hits since I seen Aunt Mabel Be doin artists in like Cain did Abel Now they money's gettin stuck to the gum under the table That's what ya get when ya misuse what I invent Your empire falls and ya lose every cent For tryin to blow up a scrub Now that thought was just as bright as a 20 watt light bulb Should of pumped it when I rocked it Niggaz so stingy they got short arms and deep pockets This goes on in some companies With majors they're scared to death to pump these First of all who's your A&R A mountain climber who plays an electric guitar But he don't know the meaning of dope When he's lookin for a suit and tie rap that's cleaner than a bar of soap And I'm the dirtiest thing in sight Matter of fact bring out the girls and let's have a mud fight
You best protect ya neck You best protect ya neck You best protect ya neck