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| Wu - Tang Clan - Gravel Pit 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) 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, Follow me, Wu Tang gotta be, The best thing since Starks in Clark Wallabees, African killer bees black watch, On the radio blowin out yo' watch, From Park Hill, the house on haunted hill, Every time you walk by, your back get a chill, Let's peel, you want to talk, rap skills, I spit like a semiautomatic to the grill, Elbow grease, and elbow room, Baby play me, baby fall down go boom, Party people gather round, count down to apocalypse... I'm the kid with the golden arms, And I'm the motherfucking Hot Nikks, 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, watch me as I... Wu and Meth got you open, Let's ride, can't stand niggas who 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 boys tried to act tough, Remember what Old Dirty said, I'll fuck your ass up! Now listen (Repeat Chorus with 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... 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 bobo, Blasting shae shae, chocolate shortae, Rich fellas 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 looks ageless, Perfect combos, Ghost bang out condos, Jeff Vamos and exclude bamos, 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 upon that shit right now boo, do you, That's what I'm talking 'bout, 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 tech and loot this, Execute and shakin all sets, Now I'm breakin all heads, 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 kid for real, while you crank, Slide, do or die, fry the bank, Admire the grades, on fire wit a heart of hate, Bitter shark, every part I take, heavy darts that shake, It's all cake, all fate, get caught by the dropkicks, You know the drill, yes it's Park Hill, Yo we hit 'em with the hotness, On the go, check the flow, Sayin Wu don't rock... [crash] Stop quck, hold the gossip, Stop sweatin my pockets, I hear the hot shit, (Repeat Chorus with Method Man) |
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