Laze E Laze - Blood Sweat and Tears lyrics

[Intro: Laze E Laze] Yo Yo c'mon son Yo they k**in em out there son They dyin out there son, word up Yo they k**in us son, I'm tellin you Y'all n***as c'mon that's my word Y'all better c'mon Yo wake up son They dyin son Yo, c'mon n***a, wake up C'mon [Verse 1: Billy Danze] It took me 24 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 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 of true thugs that's dead and gone In the hills most effective chrome Return these pages 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 pa**ed up more sh** 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 layin down my card It's been hard, for too many years, n***a Blood sweat and tears [Hook] These 3 words (Man got somethin to say) Blood, sweat, tears (MOP Family) These 3 words (We went to the d**h, we knew he was dead and gone) Blood, sweat, tears (We comin all the way from New York City, hear me out) These 3 words Blood, sweat, tears These 3 words Blood, sweat, tears [Verse 2: Lil Fame] Go head n***a A whole lot changed since my brother left (I can feel you baby) And since my mother's d**h (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 livin for the better things It's cold-hearted B 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 d**h's most definate (Blood) Is for the brothers that died The mothers that cried The brothers that tried All we do is (Sweat) Steady puttin to 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 Im'a praise god And thank god that I'm here Blood sweat and tears These 3 words (Til the break of dawn) Blood, sweat, tears (Birella) These 3 words (Til the break of dawn) Blood, sweat, tears (21 gun salute) [Outro: Laze E Laze] Yo Yo c'mon son Yo they k**in em out there son They dyin out there son, word up Yo they k**in us son, I'm tellin you Y'all n***as c'mon that's my word Y'all better c'mon Yo wake up son They dyin son Yo, c'mon n***a, wake up C'mon Ghetto n***a Street n***a House n***a We all n***as Black on black crime cause n***as drop dimes You put down yours But Im'a keep mine Im'a keep mine n***a Uncle Sam don't drop his sh** for nobody So nobody gonna take my sh** from me So while you house n***as is fighting for the limelight I be down here with my n***as Underground Dirty Holdin mine House n***a Blood sweat and tears Blood, sweat, tears These 3 words Blood, sweat, tears