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Ahh the outdoors, the fresh outdoors<br /> Word up, it's a beautiful day<br /> Bout to go poli' right now that's my WORD<br /> AiyyoAiyyo call me a cab it's the Razor Sharp kid<br /> Dipped everyday my style is po-lit'<br /> I'm out to the Mansion I gots to catch Ghost<br /> I'm headed to the club tonight, we need toast<br /> For that wack ass MC, talkin all the shit<br /> I know we can't wait just to get his wig split<br /> It's war with the Gods this year, represent<br /> The bitch-ass niggaz keep tryin to repent<br /> But we still lickin off, we wild like two cent<br /> Park Hill Projects, say it witcha lungs<br /> Fuck y'all cats, we always got guns<br /> But just in case, we get drunk and can't drive<br /> We gotta fuck somethin up, dead or alive<br /> Y'all comin with us, we live on the other side<br /> Of the chart, where your mother met Poppa WuBlack boyyyeee, in the ghetto streets<br /> Black boyyeeee, no more suffering<br /> Black boyyeeee, shine the light for we<br /> Continue, black boy, black boy, black boy, black boyAfter the tour I came back for more<br /> Comin correctly, just like before<br /> Wu-Tang Forever, I was just a pirate<br /> In the rec room regulatin with Osirus<br /> Deep thoughts, I don't take no shorts<br /> Minds on lease like expensive imports<br /> Elevate the seed, no lust or greed<br /> Livin life long time may continue to breed<br /> Never gettin caught up inside the agencies<br /> For ten long years, but I paid my fee<br /> Now I'm on the frontline with W.T.C<br /> Back me down these streets are still ill<br /> From Brownsville all the way down in Park Hill<br /> Pack with the beef cause niggaz won't chill<br /> Cats smoked out like chicken on the grill<br /> I'm takin this shit way back to Bill Bill<br /> In the projects where my man got killedBlack boyyyeee, in the ghetto streets<br /> Black boyyeeee, no more suffering<br /> Black boyyeeee, shine the light for we<br /> Continue, black boy, black boy, black boy, black boyDonna Camay, rockin witch'all all night<br /> Used to be a little stressed now I'm gettin it right<br /> Fresh kicks with the gold watch dipped in ice<br /> From Shaolin, it's the vanglorious man<br /> When the world go around these things start to happen<br /> Wifey in the kitchen, brother still snitchin<br /> Bloods accumulatin, we gettin impatient<br /> Knowledge and Wisdom, teach the understandin<br /> That's how I'm plannin, blow up like a cannon<br /> Pull my man in, hit y'all again<br /> Now I make sense, we do this for the rent<br /> Build with intelligence break your defense<br /> No hesitation, time gets spent<br /> Some fall victim, others get bent<br /> Some recognize, real niggaz represent<br /> I can't never stop til my heart is content<br /> Puttin in the work til I feel confident<br /> Blast out darts in the Wu basementBlack boyyyeee, in the ghetto streets<br /> Black boyyeeee, no more suffering<br /> Black boyyeeee, shine the light for we<br /> Continue, black boy, black boy, black boy, black boyBlack boyyyeee, in the ghetto streets<br /> Black boyyeeee, no more suffering<br /> Black boyyeeee, shine the light for we<br /> Continue, black boy, black boy, black boy, black boyLyrics provided by TANCODEhttps://damnlyrics.com/" readonly=""/>

Black Boy Lyrics


Ahh the outdoors, the fresh outdoors
Word up, it's a beautiful day
Bout to go poli' right now that's my WORD
AiyyoAiyyo 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 WuBlack 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 boyAfter 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 killedBlack 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 boyDonna 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 basementBlack 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 boyBlack 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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Roebuck "Pops" Staples (Dec. 28, 1914 – Dec. 19, 2000), was the patriarch of the Staples family (aka The Staples Singers): daughters Mavis, Yvonne, and Cleotha and son Pervis. Roebuck sang and played a highly distinctive style of guitar, mixing acoustic, bluesy techniques (fingerpicking, bending notes in the manner of Mississippi Delta blues guitarists such as Charley Patton, Son House, and Garfield Akers) with amplified effects (principally tremolo, reminiscent of fellow Mississippi native Bo Diddley) on the electric guitar to produce a lyrical yet funky style that blended blues...

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