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Wu-Tang Clan
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...

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

[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 [ZZZH]
African killers bees black watch (black watch)
On your radio, blowin out yo' watts [ZZZH]
From Park Hill, the 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...]

[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 [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...

[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

[Meth over hook to end]

Wu-Tang Clan
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...

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

[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 [ZZZH]
African killers bees black watch (black watch)
On your radio, blowin out yo' watts [ZZZH]
From Park Hill, the 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...]

[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 [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...

[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

[Meth over hook to end]

watch ya step kid
watch ya step kid
watch ya step kid
watch ya step kid
watch ya step kid
watch ya step kid
I smoke on the mic
like smokin Joe Frazier
The hell raiser
raisin hell with the flavor
Terrorize the jam like
troops in Pakistan
Swingin through your town
like your neighborhood Spiderman
So uhh tic toc and keep tickin
While I get ya flippin
off the shit I'm kickin
The Lone Ranger code red danger
Deep in the dark
with the art to rip charts apart
The vandal too hot to handle
Ya battle you're sayin Goodbye
like Tevin Campbell
Roughneck Inspector Deck's
on the set
The rebel I make more noise
than heavy metal
The way I make the crowd go wild
sit back relax won't smile
Rae got it goin on pal
call me the rap assassinator
Rhymes rugged and
built like Schwarzenegger
And I'ma get mad deep like a threat
blow up your project
Then take all your assets
Cause I came to shake
the frame in half
With the thoughts that bomb
shit like math
So if ya wanna try to flip go
flip on the next man
Cause I grab the clip and
Hit ya with sixteen shots
and more I got
Goin to war with the meltin pot hot
It's the Method Man
for short Mr Meth
Movin on your left
And set it off get it off
let it off like a gat
I wanna break full cock me back
Small change
they puttin shame in the game
I take aim and blow
that nigga out the frame
And like Fame
my style'll live forever
Niggaz crossin over
but they don't know no better
But I do true can I get a sue
Nuff respect due to the one six
I mean ohh yo check out the flow
like the Hudson or PCP
when I'm dustin
Niggaz off because
I'm hot like sauce
The smoke from the lyrical
Ooh what grab my nut get screwed
Oww here comes my Shaolin style
True B A B Y U
to my crew with the suuue

Yo ya best protect ya neck
First things first man
you're fuckin with the worst
I'll be stickin pins in your head
like a fuckin nurse
I'll attack any nigga
who's slack in his mack
Come fully packed
with a fat rugged stack
Shame on you
when you stepped through to
The Ol Dirty Bastard straight
from the Brooklyn Zoo
And I'll be damned
if I let any man
Come to my center
you enter the winter
Straight up and down
that shit packed jam
You can't slam
don't let me get fool on him man
The Ol Dirty Bastard is
dirty and stinkin
Ason Unique rollin
with the night of the creeps
Niggaz be rollin with a stash
ain't sayin cash bite my style
I'll bite your motherfuckin ass
For cryin out loud
my style is wild so book me
Not long is how long
that this rhyme took me
Ejectin styles from my lethal weapon
My pen that rocks
from here to Oregon
Here's Mordigan
catch it like a psycho flashback
I love gats if rap was a gun
you wouldn't bust back
I come with shit that's all types
of shapes and sounds
And where I lounge is
my stompin grounds
I give a order to my peeps
across the water
To go and snatch up props
all around the border
And get far like a shootin star
Cause who I are
is dim in the light of Pablo Escobar
Point blank as I kick the square biz
There it is you're fuckin
with pros and there it goes
Yo chill with the feedback black
we don't need that
It's ten o'clock hoe
where the fuck's your seed at
Feelin mad hostile ran the apostle
Flowin like Christ
when I speaks the gospel
Stroll with the holy roll
then attack the globe
with the buckus style
the ruckus ten times ten
men committin mad sin
Turn the other cheek
and I'll break your fuckin chin
Slayin boom bangs like
African drums
Comin around the mountain
when I come
Crazy flamboyant
for the rap enjoyment
My clan increase like
black unemployment
Yeah another one dare G Gka Genius
Take us the fuck outta here
The Wu is too slammin
for these Cold Killin labels
Some ain't had hits
since I seen Aunt Mabel
Be doin artists in
like Cain did Abel
Now they money's gettin stuck
to the gum under the table
That's what ya get
when ya misuse what I invent
Your empire falls
and ya lose every cent
For tryin to blow up a scrub
Now that thought was just as bright
as a 20 watt light bulb
Should of pumped it when I rocked it
Niggaz so stingy they got short
arms and deep pockets
This goes on in some companies
With majors they're scared
to death to pump these
First of all who's your A&R
A mountain climber
who plays an electric guitar
But he don't know
the meaning of dope
When he's lookin for a
suit and tie rap
that's cleaner than a bar of soap
And I'm the dirtiest thing in sight
Matter of fact bring out the
girls and let's have a mud fight

You best protect ya neck
You best protect ya neck
You best protect ya neck

watch ya step kid
watch ya step kid
watch ya step kid
watch ya step kid
watch ya step kid
watch ya step kid
I smoke on the mic
like smokin Joe Frazier
The hell raiser
raisin hell with the flavor
Terrorize the jam like
troops in Pakistan
Swingin through your town
like your neighborhood Spiderman
So uhh tic toc and keep tickin
While I get ya flippin
off the shit I'm kickin
The Lone Ranger code red danger
Deep in the dark
with the art to rip charts apart
The vandal too hot to handle
Ya battle you're sayin Goodbye
like Tevin Campbell
Roughneck Inspector Deck's
on the set
The rebel I make more noise
than heavy metal
The way I make the crowd go wild
sit back relax won't smile
Rae got it goin on pal
call me the rap assassinator
Rhymes rugged and
built like Schwarzenegger
And I'ma get mad deep like a threat
blow up your project
Then take all your assets
Cause I came to shake
the frame in half
With the thoughts that bomb
shit like math
So if ya wanna try to flip go
flip on the next man
Cause I grab the clip and
Hit ya with sixteen shots
and more I got
Goin to war with the meltin pot hot
It's the Method Man
for short Mr Meth
Movin on your left
And set it off get it off
let it off like a gat
I wanna break full cock me back
Small change
they puttin shame in the game
I take aim and blow
that nigga out the frame
And like Fame
my style'll live forever
Niggaz crossin over
but they don't know no better
But I do true can I get a sue
Nuff respect due to the one six
I mean ohh yo check out the flow
like the Hudson or PCP
when I'm dustin
Niggaz off because
I'm hot like sauce
The smoke from the lyrical
Ooh what grab my nut get screwed
Oww here comes my Shaolin style
True B A B Y U
to my crew with the suuue

Yo ya best protect ya neck
First things first man
you're fuckin with the worst
I'll be stickin pins in your head
like a fuckin nurse
I'll attack any nigga
who's slack in his mack
Come fully packed
with a fat rugged stack
Shame on you
when you stepped through to
The Ol Dirty Bastard straight
from the Brooklyn Zoo
And I'll be damned
if I let any man
Come to my center
you enter the winter
Straight up and down
that shit packed jam
You can't slam
don't let me get fool on him man
The Ol Dirty Bastard is
dirty and stinkin
Ason Unique rollin
with the night of the creeps
Niggaz be rollin with a stash
ain't sayin cash bite my style
I'll bite your motherfuckin ass
For cryin out loud
my style is wild so book me
Not long is how long
that this rhyme took me
Ejectin styles from my lethal weapon
My pen that rocks
from here to Oregon
Here's Mordigan
catch it like a psycho flashback
I love gats if rap was a gun
you wouldn't bust back
I come with shit that's all types
of shapes and sounds
And where I lounge is
my stompin grounds
I give a order to my peeps
across the water
To go and snatch up props
all around the border
And get far like a shootin star
Cause who I are
is dim in the light of Pablo Escobar
Point blank as I kick the square biz
There it is you're fuckin
with pros and there it goes
Yo chill with the feedback black
we don't need that
It's ten o'clock hoe
where the fuck's your seed at
Feelin mad hostile ran the apostle
Flowin like Christ
when I speaks the gospel
Stroll with the holy roll
then attack the globe
with the buckus style
the ruckus ten times ten
men committin mad sin
Turn the other cheek
and I'll break your fuckin chin
Slayin boom bangs like
African drums
Comin around the mountain
when I come
Crazy flamboyant
for the rap enjoyment
My clan increase like
black unemployment
Yeah another one dare G Gka Genius
Take us the fuck outta here
The Wu is too slammin
for these Cold Killin labels
Some ain't had hits
since I seen Aunt Mabel
Be doin artists in
like Cain did Abel
Now they money's gettin stuck
to the gum under the table
That's what ya get
when ya misuse what I invent
Your empire falls
and ya lose every cent
For tryin to blow up a scrub
Now that thought was just as bright
as a 20 watt light bulb
Should of pumped it when I rocked it
Niggaz so stingy they got short
arms and deep pockets
This goes on in some companies
With majors they're scared
to death to pump these
First of all who's your A&R
A mountain climber
who plays an electric guitar
But he don't know
the meaning of dope
When he's lookin for a
suit and tie rap
that's cleaner than a bar of soap
And I'm the dirtiest thing in sight
Matter of fact bring out the
girls and let's have a mud fight

You best protect ya neck
You best protect ya neck
You best protect ya neck