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Black Boy Lyrics - Singles - Cappadonna

Ahh 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, talkin 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 niggaz keep tryin to repent 

But we still lickin off, we wild like two cent 

Park Hill Projects, say it witcha lungs 

Fuck y'all cats, we always got guns 

But just in case, we get drunk and can't drive 

We gotta fuck somethin up, dead or alive 

Y'all comin with us, we live on the other side 

Of the chart, where your mother met Poppa Wu 

 

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Black boyyyeee, in the ghetto streets 

Black boyyeeee, no more suffering 

Black boyyeeee, shine the light for we 

Continue, black boy, black boy, black boy, black boy 

 

After the tour I came back for more 

Comin correctly, just like before 

Wu-Tang Forever, I was just a pirate 

In the rec room regulatin with Osirus 

Deep thoughts, I don't take no shorts 

Minds on lease like expensive imports 

Elevate the seed, no lust or greed 

Livin life long time may continue to breed 

Never gettin 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 niggaz won't chill 

Cats smoked out like chicken on the grill 

I'm takin this shit way back to Bill Bill 

In the projects where my man got killed 

 

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Black boyyyeee, in the ghetto streets 

Black boyyeeee, no more suffering 

Black boyyeeee, shine the light for we 

Continue, black boy, black boy, black boy, black boy 

 

Donna Camay, rockin witch'all all night 

Used to be a little stressed now I'm gettin 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 snitchin 

Bloods accumulatin, we gettin impatient 

Knowledge and Wisdom, teach the understandin 

That's how I'm plannin, 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 niggaz represent 

I can't never stop til my heart is content 

Puttin in the work til I feel confident 

Blast out darts in the Wu basement 

 

Black boyyyeee, in the ghetto streets 

Black boyyeeee, no more suffering 

Black boyyeeee, shine the light for we 

Continue, black boy, black boy, black boy, black boy 

 

Black boyyyeee, in the ghetto streets 

Black boyyeeee, no more suffering 

Black boyyeeee, shine the light for we 

Continue, black boy, black boy, black boy, black boy 

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