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Gravel Pit (Quinten 909 Remix)

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 timeIt'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[Meth]

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 Starks in Clark Wallabees

African killer bees black watch On the radio blowin out yo' watch

From Park Hill, the house on haunted hill

Every time you walk by, your back get a chill

Let's peel, you want to talk, rap skills I spit like a semiautomatic 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[Meth]

And I'm the motherfucking Hot Nikks, 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 over dosin...Hey kid, watch me as I...

Wu and Meth got you open let's ride, can't stand niggas who floss too much

Can't stand Bentleys they cost too much kid want to get up, then kid get touched

Kid want to stick up, then kid get stuck I'm the one that called you bluff

When your boys tried to act tough remember what Old Dirty said

I'll fuck your ass up!Now listenBack, 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...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 bobo Blasting shae shae, chocolate shortae

Rich fellas rock those all day1960 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 looks ageless Perfect combos, Ghost bang out condos

Jeff Vamos and exclude bamos Bancos, stank hoes, in plain clothes

Change those, bang those, same old, same oldYeah 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 upon that shit right now boo, do you That's what I'm talking 'boutStep 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 tech and loot this

Execute and shakin all sets Now I'm breakin all heads, 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 kid for real, while you crank

Slide, do or die, fry the bank Admire the grades, on fire wit a heart of hate

Bitter shark, every part I take, heavy darts that shake

It's all cake, all fate, get caught by the dropkicks

You know the drill, yes it's Park Hill

Yo we hit 'em with the hotness On the go, check the flow

Sayin Wu don't rock... [crash]Stop quick, hold the gossip

Stop sweatin my pockets, I hear the hot shit

Songwriters

DUHAMEL, ANTOINE DOMINIQUE/DIGGS, ROBERT F./COLES, DENNIS/HAWKINS, LAMONT JODY/SMITH, CLIFFORD/MOORMAN, PAULISA/BLACKMON, LARRY/KENDRICK, KEVIN LLOYD/LEFTENANT, NATHAN DAVID/JENKINS, TOMIPublished by

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