Gravel Pit - Wu-Tang Clan/RZA/Method Man/Ghostface Killah/Raekwon/U-God

Lyricist： R. Diggs/C. Smith/Dennis Coles/Corey Woods/Lamont Hawkins/P. Moorman

Composer：R. Diggs/C. Smith/Dennis Coles/Corey Woods/Lamont Hawkins/P. Moorman

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 n**ga

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 and clark wallabees

African killer bees black watch

On your radio blowing 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

I'm the kid with the golden arms

And I'm the motherf**kin hott nikks pass the blunt

My n**ga don't front

You had it for a minute but it seem like a month

Now I'm choking smoking hoping

I don't croaking from overdosing

Hey kid walk straight master your high

Wu and meth got you open open let's ride

Can't stand n**gas 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 ol' dirty said I'll f**k yo' a** up

Now listen

Back back and forth and forth

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

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 popping and y'all n**gas dobo

Blasting shae shae chocolate shortae

Rich color mocks rock those all day

1960 sh*t I'm goldie

That's right motherf**ker 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 h*es 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 sh*t right now boo do you

That's what I'm talking '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 tecs and loot this

Executing shaking all sets and I'm breaking all hecks

I'm taking 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 saying Wu don't rock sh*t

Stop quick hold the gossip stop sweating my pockets

I hear the hot sh*t

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

You don't have to move a mountain

Just give me enough strength to climb

Oh lord don't take away my stumbling vows

And lead me a round