Текст (слова) песни: M.O.P. - Blood Sweat and Tears

 
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 
Y`all niggas c`mon that`s my word 
Y`all better c`mon 
Yo wake up son 
They dyin son 
Yo, c`mon nigga, wake up 
C`mon 
 
It took me 24 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 resh 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 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 comin all the way from New York City, hear me out) 
These 3 words 
Blood, sweat, tears 
These 3 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 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 death`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) 
 
Ghetto nigga 
Street nigga 
House nigga 
We all niggas 
Black on black crime cause niggas drop dimes 
You put down yours 
But Im`a keep mine 
Im`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 3 words 
Blood, sweat, tears
 

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