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    "Gravel Pit" Lyrics

    Wu-Tang Clan

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    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...

    HOOK: Paulissa Morgan
    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, 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 Starks in Clark's Wallabees [ZZZH]
    African killers bees black watch (black watch)
    On your radio, blowin out yo' watts [ZZZH]
    From Park Hill, to House on Haunted Hill
    Every time you walk by your back get a chill [BLBLBH!]
    Let's peel, who want to talk rap skills
    I spit like a semi-automatic to the grill [BOOM!]
    Elbow grease, and elbow room
    Baby play me, baby fall down, go boom [BOOM!]
    Party people gather round, count down to apocalypse [3, 2, 1...]

    I'm the kid with the golden arms

    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 [COUGH]
    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

    [Meth over hook]
    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 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

    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

    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

    say fuck in front of your mum, go to school naked ..
    This song was last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Thanks to will and moe for the contribution to this song.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Robert F. Diggs, Lamont Hawkins, Dennis David Coles, Clifford Smith, Paulisa Moorman, Kevin Lloyd Kendrick, Larry Blackmon, Tomi Jenkins, Nathan David Leftenant, Antoine Dominique Duhamel.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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