(+) Wu-Tang Clan - Gravel Pit (Dirty)
Gravel Pit
[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