Artist: Wu-Tang Clan f/ Madam Majestic
Album:  The W
Song:   Gravel Pit
Typed by: Wu-soldier@marijuana.com, Tha Masta, Cno Evil

[Intro: RZA]
One-two, One-two
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 gonna take it back underground
I be Bobby Boulders, Wu-Tang Clan on your mind, one time
It's The Jump Off, so just Jump Off, my NIGGAZ!!!

[Chorus: Madam Majestic]
Check out my Gravel Pit, a mystery unravelin'
Wu-Tang is a CD that I travel with
Don't go against the grain if you can't handle it

[Method Man]
Ha, holocaust from the land of the lost
Behold the pale horse, of course
Follow me, Wu-Tang gotta be
The best thing since Starks and Clark Wallabees
African Killa Beez, black watch
On your radio, blowin out your box
From Park Hill, The House on Haunted Hill
Every time you walk by your back get a chill *brrrr*
Let's build, the one to talk 'bout steel
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, countdown to Apocalypse, (3, 2, 1)
(I'm the kid with the Golden Arms), and I'm the motherfuckin Hot Nix
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
When the Meth got you open, let's ride
Can't stand niggas that floss to much
Can't stand Bentley's they cost to much
Kid wanna get up? The kid get touched
Kid wanna stick up? The kid get stuck
I'm the one that called your bluff when your boys try to act tough
Remember what Ol' Dirty said, "I'll fuck ya ass up", now listen

[Chorus 2X]
(with Method Man saying 2X: back, back and forth and forth
Back, back and forth and forth, back, back and forth and forth, as we go)

[Ghostface Killah]
Eat with the English, extingiush 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 drove off
Blastin Cher chez, chocolate shortay
Rich colored mocks, rock those all day
Nineteen sixties, shit i'm goldie
Thats right muthafucka don't hold me
The world's greatest Las Vegas paid us rocks
Skin painted on my face look ageless
Perfect combos, Ghost bang out condos
Jet from Hammo, XP bongos, bank roll
Stank Hoes in plain clothes
Change those bang those same old same old same old

[Interlude: Raekwon]
Yeah y'all, straight up, this The Jump Off right here
The Gravel Pit, word up, represent
Rockin boulders, all my rich gangster style killas
Y'all know what time it is, shorty do your thing
Get up on that *shit* right now, boo, do you, thats what I'm talkin 'bout

[U-God]
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, salute this
Executin, shakin all sets
And now I'm breakin all hex, I'm takin all bets
Move on best, who want the dram' next
You want stank? We got the bigger bank
Bigger shank to fill your tank
Still the same, kill for real, volume cranks
Sly, do or die, fried or baked, admire the grades
On fire with a heart of hate
Bitter sharp give me part or take
Heavy darts'll quake, it's all cake, all fakes
Get caught by the dropkicks
You know the drill, yes its 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

[Chorus]

[Outro: Madam Majestic]
You don't have to move a mountain
Just give me the strength to fly
Oh Lord, don't take away my stumbling rhymes
and lead me around

[Method Man keeps sayin "back, back and forth and forth, as we go"]