gravel pit Songtext - Wu-Tang Clan

Intro: [Rza]
One two, One two
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 ya mind one time
It's the jump off, so just jump off my (niggaaaaaaaaa)

[Tekitha]
Check out my gravel pit
Oh Mr. Dirty unravel it
Wu-Tang as a city that Im travelin'
Go against the grain if you can handle it

[Meth]
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 killa bees black watch
On the radio blowin' out ya 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 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...

[U-God]
I'm the kid with the golden arms

[Meth]
And I'm the (motherfucking) Hot Nix, 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 dope cookin' from overdosin'...
Hey kid, master ya high

Skin painted on my face looks ageless
Perfect combos, Ghost bang out condos
?Jeff Vamos homo? and exclude bamos
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 upon that (shit) right now boo, do you
That's what I'm talking '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 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 quake
It's all cake, all fate,
get caught by the drop-kicks
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 (shit)
Stop quick, hold the gossip
Stop sweatin' my pockets,
I hear the hot (shit)

[Meth und Tekitha]

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