Blood Sweat and Tears (Explicit)

Blood Sweat and Tears (Explicit) - M.O.P.

Yo

Yo come on son

Yo they killing them out there son

They dying out there son, word up

Yo they killing us son, I'm telling you

Yo niggas come on that's my word

You better come on

You come on son

Yo wake up son

They dying son

Yo, come on ni**a, wake up

Come on

It took me 24 years to figure out

What makes this world go round

It's not man holding ground with d**e 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 a**

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

Our true thugs that's dead and gone

In the hills most effective chrome

Return to these graves

Showin youngsters what I'm facing

Cause we had trouble

We been struggling since single shot gauges

That's straight ghetto bad luck

But, I done passed up more sh*t

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 give Shania and your highness

The finest a kid could have

Honest to god, I'm laying down my card

It's been hard, for too many years, ni**a

Blood sweat and tears

These 3 words

Man got somethin to say

Blood, sweat, tears

MOP Family

These 3 words

We went to the death,

We knew he was dead and gone

Blood, sweat, tears

We coming all the way from New York City,

Hear me out

These 3 words

Blood, sweat, tears

These 3 words

Blood, sweat, tears

Go head ni**a

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 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 slingin crack, living 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 definate

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'm praise god

And thank god that I'm here

Blood sweat and tears

These 3 words

Till the break of dawn

Blood, sweat, tears

These 3 words

Till the break of dawn

Blood, sweat, tears

21 gun salute

Get off ni**a streat ni**a

Hall ni**a we all ni**a

Black on black crime cause niggas drop dimes

You put down yours

But I'm keep mine

I'm keep mine ni**a

Uncle Sam don't drop his sh*t for nobody

So nobody gonna take my sh*t from me

So while you house niggas is fighting

For the limelight

I be down here with my niggas

Underground

Dirty Holding mine

House ni**a

Blood sweat and tears

Blood, sweat, tears

These 3 words

Blood, sweat, tears