Gravel Pit
[RZA]:1, 2, 1, 2, yo check this outIt's the jump off right nowI want everybody, to put your work downPut your guns downAnd report to the pit, the gravel pitLeave your problems at homeLeave your children at homeWe gon' take it back undergroundI be Bobby BouldersWu-Tang Clan on yo' mind one timeIt's the jump off, so just jump of my n_gga....
[Chous - Paulissa Morgan]:Check out my gravel pitA mystery unravelingWu-Tang is the CD that I travel withDon't go against the grain if you can't handle it
[Method Man]:Ha, holla cross from the land of the lostBehold the pale horse, off course (off course)Follow me, Wu-Tang gotta beThe best thing since stocks in Clark WallabeesAfrican killer bees black watch (black watch)On your radio, blowin' out yo' wattsFrom Park Hill, to house on haunted hillEvery time you walk by your back get a chillLet's peel, who want to talk rap skillsI spit like a semi-automatic to the grillElbow grease, and elbow roomBaby play me, baby fall down, go boomParty 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 motherf_ckin' hot nicks (ahhh) pass the bluntMy n_gga don't frontYou had it for a minute but it seem like a monthNow 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 rideCan't stand n_ggas that floss too muchCan't stand Bentleys they cost too muchKid wanna get up then kid get touchedKid wanna stick up then kid get stuckI'm the one that called you bluffWhen your boy tried to act tough...Remember what Old Dirty said, "I'll f_ck yo' ass up"Now listen
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[Method Man]:Back, back and forth and forthBack, back and forth and forthBack, back and forth and forthAs we go...Back, back and forth and forthBack, back and forth and forthBack, back and forth and forthAs we go...
[Ghostface Killa]:E with the English, extinguish styles extremistBald head beamers run wildIt's the kid with the gold cupStepped out like whatWhat's poppin', and ya'll n_ggas doboBlastin' shae shae, chocolate shortyRick color mocks, rock those all day1960 sh_t I'm GoldieThat's right motherf_cker, don't hold meThe world's greatest, Las Vegas, paid as rockSkin painted on my face look agelessPerfect combos, Ghost bang out condosJeff from Hamo, ex three bangosBancos, stank hos in plain clothesChange those, bang those, same old, same old
[Raekwon]:Yeah ya'll, straight up this the jump off right hereThe gravel pit, word up represent, rock the bouldersAll my rich gangsta style killers, ya'll know what time it isShorty do your thing, get up on that sh_t right now, booDo you, that's what I'm talkin' 'bout
[U-God]:Yo, step to my groove, move like thisWhen we shoot the gift of course it's ruthlessGrab the mic with no excusesIn a sec, grab the tecs and loot thisExecutin', shakin' all sets, and I'm breakin' all hecksI'm takin' all bets, move all best, who want the dram' nextYou all stank, we got the bigger bankBigger shank to fill your tankStill the same kill you for real, while you crankSlide, do or die, fry to bakeAdmire the greats, on fire with a heart of hateBitter shark, every part I take, heavy darts that quakeIt's okay, all fakes, get caught by the dropkicksYou know the thrill, yes it's Park HillYo we hit 'em with the hot grits....On the go, check the flow, sayin' Wu don't rock sh_t...Stop quick, hold the gossip, stop sweatin' my pocketsI hear the hot sh_t
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[Paulissa Morgan]:You don't have to move a mountainJust give the strength to climbOh Lord, don't take away my sun tonightAnd leave me the other side