Gravel Pit (feat. RZA, Method Man, Ghostface Killah, Raekwon & U-God)

One, two, one, two, yo, check this out

It's the jump off right now

I want everybody to put your work down, put your guns down

An' 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

Check out my gravel pit

A mystery unravelin'

Wu-Tang is the CD that I travel with

Don't go against the grain if you can't handle it

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 Wallabees

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 an' 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

An' I'm the motherfuckin' Hot Nicks

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 master, you're high)

Wu an' 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 your bluff when your boy tried to act tough

Remember what Ol' Dirty said, "I'll fuck yo' ass up", now listen

Check out my gravel pit

A mystery unravelin'

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, extin'uish styles extremist

Bald head beamers run wild

It's the kid with the gold cup, stepped out like, "What?"

What's poppin? An' 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, rocket boulders

All my rich gangsta style, killers, y'all know what time it is

Shorty do your thing, get up on that 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 an' loot this

Executin', shakin' all sets an' I'm breakin' all hex

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 shit"

Stop quick, hold the gossip, stop sweatin' my pockets

I hear the hot shit

Check out my gravel pit

A mystery unravelin'

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 gimme the strength to climb

Oh Lord, Don't take away my stumbling blocks to lead me around

Back, back an' forth an' forth

Back, back an' forth an' forth

Back, back an' forth an' forth

As we go

Back, back an' forth an' forth

Back, back an' forth an' forth

Back, back an' forth an' forth

As we go