Blood Sweat and Tears

Yo, come on, son

They killing 'em out there, son

They dying out there, son, word up

Yo, they killing us, son, I'm telling you

Y'all ****, come on, that's my word

Y'all better come on, them **** is killing us, son

Yo, wake up, son, they dying, son

Yo, come on, ****, wake up

Come on

It took me twenty-four years to figure out what makes this world go round

It's not a man holding ground with dope sound

We gots to ask, why do you feel that a mill can make you real

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 Tef left and Fame met his wizzie

(The town) Brownsville (The place) The Hill

Follow the trail of fresh blood drips, you'll end up on my bricks

(The marks) Home of the warrior throne

Home of true thugs that's dead and gone

In the hill's most effective chrome

We turn these pages, showing you youngsters what I'd face

If we had trouble

We been struggling 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 tryna give Shania and your highness the finest a kid could have

Honest to God, I'm laying down my card

It been hard for too many years, ****

Blood, sweat, and tears

(These three words) (Man got something to say)

(Blood, sweat, tears) (MOP fam)

(These three words) (And we went to the death, he knew he wasn't dead and gone)

(Blood, sweat, tears) (We come all the way from New York City)

Hear me out (These three words)

(Blood, sweat, tears)

For years, blood, sweat, and tears

(These three words) Blood, sweat, and tears

(Blood, sweat, tears) Go head, ****

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 pass, I see my life flash

Leaving the body and there's no breath (I can feel you)

I chose not to let my Beretta swing

'Cause I'm a veteran and I'm living for the better things

It's cold-hearted, B, check the majority of blacks

They slinging crack, living in poverty (True life testament)

What you got to do is live what you're life given

Make the best of it (Try to see the rest of it)

'Cause you could easily fall a victim to these streets

And death's most definite

(Blood) Is for the brothers that died

The mothers that cried, the brothers that tried

All we do is (Sweat) steady putting in work

Handling dirt, holding your turf

We all shed (Tears) 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) (Birella)

(These three words) (Till the break of dawn)

(Blood, sweat, tears) (Twenty-one gun salute)

Ghetto ****

Street ****

House ****

We all ****

Black on black crime 'cause **** drop dimes

You put down yours, but I'ma keep mine

I'ma keep mine, ****

Uncle Sam don't drop his shit for nobody

So nobody ain't taking my shit from me

So while you house **** is fighting for the limelight

I be down here with my ****, underground, dirty

Holding mine

House ****

Blood, sweat, and tears

(Blood, sweat, tears)

(These three words)

(Blood, sweat, tears)