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[cappadonna]
Ahh... the outdoorsthe fresh outdoors
Word upit'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 tonightwe need toast
For that wack ass mctalkin all the shit
I know we can't wait just to get his wig split
It's war with the gods this yearrepresent
The bitch-ass niggaz keep tryin to repent
But we still lickin offwe wild like two cent
Park hill projectssay it witcha lungs
Fuck y'all catswe always got guns
But just in casewe get drunk and can't drive
We gotta fuck somethin updead or alive
Y'all comin with uswe live on the other side
Of the chartwhere your mother met poppa wu...

Chorus: tekitha

Black boyyyeeein the ghetto streets
Black boyyeeeeno more suffering
Black boyyeeeeshine the light for we
Continueblack boyblack boyblack boyblack boy

[cappadonna]
After the tour I came back for more
Comin correctlyjust like before
Wu-tang foreverI was just a pirate
In the rec room regulatin with osirus
Deep thoughtsI don't take no shorts
Minds on lease like expensive imports
Elevate the seedno lust or greed
Livin life long time may continue to breed
Never gettin caught up inside the agencies
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For ten long yearsbut 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

Chorus

[cappadonna]
Donna camayrockin 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 shaolinit's the vanglorious man
When the world go around these things start to happen
Wifey in the kitchenbrother still snitchin
Bloods accumulatinwe gettin impatient
Knowledge and wisdomteach the understandin
That's how I'm planninblow up like a cannon
Pull my man inhit y'all again
Now I make sensewe do this for the rent
Build with intelligence break your defense
No hesitationtime gets spent
Some fall victimothers get bent
Some recognizereal niggaz represent
I can't never stop til my heart is content
Puttin in the work til I feel confidant
Blast out darts in the wu basement

Chorus 2x

[kung-fu movie sample]
Hahahahahahahaha
Don't you know the underworld?
There's no friendship party here
No meeting
You can comebut you can't leave
Move! let no one live..
*sounds of fighting*