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Ahhh The outdoors, the fresh outdoors Word up, it's a beautiful day 'Bout to go poli' right now, that's my word Aiyyo, aiyyo
Call me a cab, it's the Razor Sharp kid Dipped everyday my style is po-lit' I'm out to the Mansion, I gots to catch Ghost I'm headed to the club tonight, we need toast For that wack ass MC, talking all the shit I know we can't wait just to get his wig split It's war with the Gods this year, represent The bitch-ass niggas keep trying to repent But we still licking off, we wild like 2 Cent Park Hill Projects, say it with your lungs Fuck y'all cats, we always got guns But just in case, we get drunk and can't drive We gotta fuck something up Dead or alive y'all coming with us We live on the other side of the chart Where your mother met Poppa Wu
Black boy in the ghetto streets Black boy, no more suffering Black boy, shine the light for we Continue, black boy, black boy, black boy, black boy
After the tour I came back for more Coming correctly, just like before 'Wu-Tang Forever' I was just a pirate In the rec room regulating with Osirus Deep thoughts, I don't take no shorts Minds on lease like expensive imports Elevate the seed, no lust or greed Living life long time may continue to breed Never getting caught up inside the agencies For ten long years, but I paid my fee Now I'm on the frontline with W.T.C. Back me down these streets are still ill From Brownsville all the way down in Park Hill Pack with the beef, 'cause niggas won't chill Cats smoked out like chicken on the grill I'm taking this shit way back to Bill Bill In the projects where my man got killed
Black boy in the ghetto streets Black boy, no more suffering Black boy, shine the light for we Continue, black boy, black boy, black boy, black boy
Donna Camay, rocking with y'all all night Used to be a little stressed now, I'm getting it right Fresh kicks with the gold watch dipped in ice From Shaolin, it's the vanglorious man When the world go around these things start to happen Wifey in the kitchen, brother still snitching Bloods accumulating, we getting impatient Knowledge and Wisdom, teach the understanding That's how I'm planning, blow up like a cannon Pull my man in, hit y'all again Now I make sense, we do this for the rent Build with intelligence break your defense No hesitation, time gets spent Some fall victim, others get bent Some recognize, real niggas represent I can't never stop 'til my heart is content Putting in the work 'til I feel confidant Blast out darts in the Wu basement
Black boy in the ghetto streets (Black boy) Black boy, no more suffering (No more suffering) Black boy, shine the light for we (Black boy) Continue, black boy, black boy, black boy, black boy Black boy in the ghetto streets (In the ghetto streets) Black boy, no more suffering (No more) Black boy, shine the light for we Continue, black boy, black boy, black boy, black boy
'Hahahahaha! Don't you know the underworld? There's no friendship party here, no meeting You can come, but you can't leave Move! Let no one live!' (*Fighting*)
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