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Verse 1
Am
G
Am
Bb
1, 2, 1, 2, yo check this out,
Am
Dm
it's the jump off right now
I want everybody, to put your work down,
Am
G
Cm
And report to the pit, the gravel pit
I be Bobby Boulders
C
Am
Bb
Am
Wu- tang Clan on yo' mind one time
so just jump off my nigga
Am
Verse 2
A mystery unraveling
Em
Am
Wu- tang is the CD that I travel with
Don't go against the grain
Verse 3
Behold the pale horse,
off course (off course)
Follow me, Wu- Tang gotta be
The best thing since Starks
and Clark Wallabees
African killer bees blackwatch
On your radio, blowin out yo' watts
From Park Hill, the house on haunted hill
Every time you walk by
your back get a chill
Let's peel, who want to talk rap skills
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,
count down to apocalypse
(I'm the kid with the
And I'm the motherfuckin hott 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 overdosin'
Hey, kid, walk straight, master your high
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 Ol' Dirty said:
"I'll fuck yo' ass up!"
Verse 4
Now listen
Check out my gravel pit
Em
Am
Wu- tang is the CD that I travel with
Verse 5
Am
tremist
Bald head beamers run wild
It's the kid with the gold cup
What's poppin',
and y'all niggas dobo
Blastin' shae shae, chocolate
Rich color mocks, rock those all day
1960 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 look ageless
Perfect combos, Ghost bang out condos
Jeff from Hamo, ex three bangos
Bancos, stank hoes in plain clothes
Change those, bang those,
Verse 6
same old, same old
G
Yeah y'all,
rock the boulders
C
Am
All my rich gangsta style, killers,
Cm
Am
get up on that shit right now boo, do you
That's what I'm talkin 'bout
Verse 7
When we shoot the gift
of course it's ruthless
Grab the mic with no excuses
In a sec, grab the Tecs and loot this
Em
Am
Executing, shaking all sets,
and I'm breaking all hex
I'm taking 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,
saying Wu don't rock shit
Stop quick, hold the gossip,
stop sweating my pockets
I hear the hot shit
Verse 8
A mystery unraveling
Don't go against the grain if
Em
Am
F
Am
you can't handle it
You don't have to move a mountain
Am
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