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Gravel Pit

Wu-Tang Clan

Wu-Tang Clan's Greatest Hits

2004

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,

Left my home in Norfolk, Virginia, California on my mind
I straddled that Greyhound and rode it into Raleigh and on across Caroline
Stopped in

Kids In America

The Bouncing Souls

The Bad the Worse and the Out of Print

2002

Looking out a dirty old window
Down below the cars in the city go rushing by
I sit here alone and I wonder why

Friday night and everyone's

always be a trap, nigga I got to 
I'ma always keep a strap, nigga I got to

Got a new plug in California, nigga get the Cali bud by the Bundle nigga
1

of state
Chilling down in LA, got some friends who i was hanging with
Want names and numbers? I can get it to you
As proof i was down in california
They say

The Wrap

Ja Rule

Blood in My Eye

2003

not violate the camp, get shot down by chance
I'm real advanced with that cock and blast
Cause the feds wont look back, for cleaning cash
What cashes

of monsoon
Will be upon us soon, my love

Both men were bombardiers
Pale sirens tongued their ears
You were the smoking gun
Concealed by everyone, my love
But

'cause I'm not that mean
Drink a lot of juice so my inside is clean
Do unto others like they do to us
Stay out of the grip of "in God we trust"
Work by

Gonna stay in the groove never switchin this mood

Lemme Represent where I'm from california
Where it's kinda hazy when you wake up in the morning
If you

Da, da-da-da, la-la

I look for God on the daily
Praying that the Reaper
Don't take me in a land controlled by Hades (hey)
I'm feeling hasty, yet

Ay yo, so we going to do it like this here
Go 'head

Da, da-da-da, da-da
Da, da-da-da, la-la
Da, da-da-da, da-da

And a-one, two, three (da,

creeps through the Spanish heat,
And warmer, still today.
The subway closed and we wandered back
And Eliyah had her way

Gaudi’s in the market
Sardana by

Wu-Gambinos

RZA

Wu-Chronicles

1999

Let's cut the pie five ways
We came off with two mil, kid
Noodles
Fast 
Rollie Fingers, no doubt, coming through
La Cosa Nostra
Johnny Blaze
Lou

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

Rocket two by night, uh
Keep a hammer and that .22
Shoot a nigga wit dat uh huh
Lil bitch think I'm cool cool
Freaky

LIZ:
looking out a dirty old window
down below the cars in the city go rushing by
I sit here alone and I wonder why

NATASHA:
Friday night

Uh huh, uh huh, Absolut in the house

Now, I’m a start it off
First by pouring a drink
It’s your boy Money-B, yeah
I’m fucking with Binc we getting

putting out hit's
Tryin' to shoot me
But I'm out in LA on the low livin' Gucci
And lavish
They tryin' to take they money back
It's two to they cabbage

a home out of
Children, promises, even forever
But only I know what you look like against a California sunset
With wind in your hair
Your brow unburdened

You know, I thought I was made of
Stronger stuff
I thought that I could be a California girl
But now I see the sunshine is
Not nearly enough
And this

to tell you All
If you're going crazy, it's the Looney Goons fault
Their guns will have you prayin'
And you'll all be sayin'
La dee dee dee da
Bibbidi

Brain dead woman,

should have worn your seatbelt
 always said California
was the perfect climate for vegetables

Premonitions of a violent death

I left my home in Norfolk Virginia
California on my mind
I straddled that Greyhound,
And rolled in into Raleigh 
and all across Carolina

Stopped in

California
Baptized in Chicago
And swallowed by Folly Beach
Stoned in Colorado
Sang songs in Tennessee
Went out to Seattle
And wound up on Venice Beach

Every

Killas

Game

Da Bottom 12

2011

might just snap the piss, out a pussy ass nigga like you, nigga fuck ya
Take a 45 cross the head gun butt ya (Yeah!)
Ya'll pussy-ass niggas ain't hard,