Wu-Tang Clan, Paulissa Moorman - Gravel Pit lyrics

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

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 blackwatch
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
(I'm the kid with the golden arms)
And 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 your high
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 Ol' Dirty said: "I'll
Fuck yo' ass up!" now listen

Back, back and forth and forth

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

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

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 grit's
On the go, check the flow
Saying Wu don't rock shit
Stop quick, hold the gossip
Stop sweating my pockets i hear the hot shit

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
Blocks to lead me around

Yakub, maker and creator of the devil swine
Merchant your time is near at
Hand fuck with me and your time
Will be now your presence here
Effects the mind of my people
Like a fever you, Yakub, are the
Bearer of nine thousand nine hundred and
Ninety nine diseases, evil, corrupt
Porkchop-eatin' brain!