[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... 

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 
African killers bees black watch (black watch) 
On your radio, blowin out yo' watts 
From Park Hill, the house on haunted hill 
Every time you walk by your back get a chill 
Let's peel, who 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 [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 
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 

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