Gravel Pit [German translation]

[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...

[Chorus - Paulissa Moorman]:

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

[Method Man]:

Ha, holocaust 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 killer 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 -

[Method Man]:

And I'm the motherfuckin' hot nicks - (ahhh) 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, master your high)

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 you bluff

When your boy tried to act tough

Remember what Old Dirty said - "I'll fuck yo' ass up!"

Now listen:

(Chorus)

[Method Man]:

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 Killa]:

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's 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

Bankrolls, stank hoes in plain clothes

Change those, bang those, same old, same old

(Chorus)

[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]:

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 Tecs 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 with 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

(Chorus)

[Paulissa Moorman]:

You don't have to move a mountain

Just give me the strength to climb

Oh Lord, don't take away my stumbling vows

And lead me around