Gravel Pit Lyrics - Method Man

(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 

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(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 

Photos 

(Meth) 

And I'm the motherf**kin 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 f**k 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 motherf**ker 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)