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 f*ck your ass up!Now listen 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... 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 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 upon that shit right now boo, do you That's what I'm talking 'bout 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 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
Written by: ROBERT F. DIGGS, LAMONT HAWKINS, DENNIS DAVID COLES, CLIFFORD SMITH, PAULISA MOORMAN, KEVIN LLOYD KENDRICK, LARRY BLACKMON, TOMI JENKINS, NATHAN DAVID LEFTENANT, ANTOINE DOMINIQUE DUHAMEL
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