Gravel Pit Songtext / Lyric

[The RZA]
1-2, 1-2, 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 gonna 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


[Method Man]
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 stocks in Clark Wallabies
African killers bees 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

[Method Man]
And I'm the mothafuckin' hott 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, walk straight as a I
Wu and Meth got you 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 you bluff
When your boy tried to act tough
Remember what Ol' Dirty said:
"I'll fuck yo ass up!"
Now listen!


-CHORUS-


[Ghostface Killah]
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 dolo
Blastin shae shae, chocolate shortay
Rich color mocks, rock those all day
1960 shit, I'm Goldie
That's right, mothafucker, 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
Buncos, stank hoes in plain clothes
Change those, bang those, same old, same old


-CHORUS-


[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 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, 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:


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
You don't have to move my mountain
Just give me the strength to climb
Hold on, don't take away my slumber
If I ?
belive me