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 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 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 I'm the kid with the golden arms And I'm the motherf**kin hott nikks (AAAAH ) 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 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 f**k yo' ass up Now listen 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 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 motherf**ker 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 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 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 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 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 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