M.o.p. - Blood Sweat and Tears lyrics

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 why?all n***as c'mon that's my word Why?all better c'mon, yo wake up, son They dyin', son Yo, c'mon n***a, 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 a** Before crack was a sport and we had thoughts of getting busy Before d**h 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 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 dip sh** 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 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 three words Blood, sweat, tears These three words Blood, sweat, tears 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 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 d**h?s most definite (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 for the loved ones (Tears) 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 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 I'm?a keep mine I'm?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 three words Blood, sweat, tears