Gravel Pit - Wu-Tang Clan feat Paulissa Morgan

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 of my n_gga....

[Chous - 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

[Method Man]:
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 killer bees black watch (black watch)
On your radio, blowin' out yo' watts
From Park Hill, to 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...)

I'm the kid with the golden arms

[Method Man]:
And I'm the motherf_ckin' hot nicks (ahhh) pass the blunt
My n_gga 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 n_ggas 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 Old Dirty said, "I'll f_ck yo' ass up"
Now listen


[Method Man]:
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 Killa]:
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 ya'll n_ggas dobo
Blastin' shae shae, chocolate shorty
Rick color mocks, rock those all day
1960 sh_t I'm Goldie
That's right motherf_cker, 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 hos in plain clothes
Change those, bang those, same old, same old

Yeah ya'll, straight up this the jump off right here
The gravel pit, word up represent, rock the boulders
All my rich gangsta style killers, ya'll 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 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 tecs 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 with 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 sh_t...
Stop quick, hold the gossip, stop sweatin' my pockets
I hear the hot sh_t


[Paulissa Morgan]:
You don't have to move a mountain
Just give the strength to climb
Oh Lord, don't take away my sun tonight
And leave me the other side

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