Yo, yo c'mon son
Yo, they killin' 'em out there, son
They dyin' out there, son, word up
Yo they killin' us, son, I'm tellin' you
why?all niggas c'mon that's my word
Why?all better c'mon, yo wake up, son
They dyin', son
Yo, c'mon nigga, wake up, c'mon
It took me twenty-four years to figure out
What makes this world go round
It?s not man holding ground with dope sound
We gots to ask
Why do you feel that a meal can make you ill
When you know that broke bill can still
See right through your plastic ass
Before crack was a sport and we had thoughts of getting busy
Before death left and fame had his way
The town Brownsville, the place, the ill
Follow the trail of fresh blood drips
You'll end up on my bricks
The marks, home of the warrior thrown home
Our true thugs that's dead and gone
In the hills most effective chrome
Return to these graves
Showin' youngsters what I'm facin'
'Cause we had trouble
We been strugglin' since single shot gauges
That's straight ghetto bad luck
But, I done passed up more shit
Than you may ever touch
What, we on sacred grounds
Without the guidance of our fathers
All we know is how to double clutch revolvers
Me and my own staff flaunt a different path
I'm tryin' to dip shit minus in your highness
The finest of kickin' half
Honest to god, I'm layin' down my card
It?s been hard, for too many years
Blood sweat and tears
These three words
(Man, got somethin' to say)
Blood, sweat, tears
(Mop family)
These three words
(We went to the death, we knew he was dead and gone)
Blood, sweat, tears
(We comin' all the way from New York City, hear me out)
These three words
Blood, sweat, tears
These three words
Blood, sweat, tears
Go head nigga
A whole lot changed since my brother left
(I can feel you, baby)
And since my mother?s death
(I can feel you, baby)
But as time past, I could see my life flash
Leavin' the body and there's no breath
(I can feel ya)
I chose not to let my Biretta swing
'Cause I'm a veteran
And I'm livin' for the better things
It?s cold-hearted be
Check the majority of blacks
They slingin' crack, livin' in poverty
(True life testament)
What you gotta do is live what your life give
And make the best of it
(Try to see the rest of it)
'Cause you could easily fall victim to these streets
And death?s most definite
Is for the brothers that died
The mothers that cried
The brothers that tried
All we do is
Steady, puttin' to work
Handling dirt, holding your turf
We all shed for the loved ones
The thug ones and all deceased peers
And while these other cats play hard
I'ma praise God
And thank God that I'm here
Blood sweat and tears
These three words
(Till the break of dawn)
Blood, sweat, tears
These three words
(Till the break of dawn)
Blood, sweat, tears
(Twenty-one gun salute)
Ghetto nigga, street nigga
House nigga, we all niggas
Black on black crime cause niggas drop dimes
You put down yours but I'm?a keep mine
I'm?a keep mine nigga
Uncle Sam don't drop his shit for nobody
So nobody gonna take my shit from me
So while you house niggas is fighting for the limelight
I be down here with my niggas
Underground, dirty
Holdin' mine, house nigga
Blood sweat and tears
Blood, sweat, tears
These three words
Blood, sweat, tears
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Blood Sweat And Tears Lyrics

M.o.p. – Blood Sweat And Tears Lyrics

Songwriters: J. GRINNAGE / E. MURRY / L. ELLIOTT
Blood Sweat And Tears lyrics © Royalty Network Music Publishing Ltd.

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