M.o.p. - Blood Sweat & Tears Lyrics
YoYo cmon sonYo they killin em out there sonThey dyin out there son, word upYo they killin us son, Im tellin youYall niggas cmon thats my wordYall better cmonYo wake up sonThey dyin sonYo, cmon nigga, wake upCmonIt took me 24 years to figure out what makes this world go roundIts not man holding ground with dope soundWe gots to askWhy do you feel that a meal can make you illWhen you know that broke bill can stillSee right through your plastic assBefore crack was a sport and we had thoughts of getting busyBefore death left, and fame had his wayThe town: brownsvilleThe place: the illFollow the trail of resh blood drips youll end up on my bricksThe marks:Home of the warrior thrown homeOur true thugs thats dead and goneIn the hills most effective chromeReturn to these gravesShowin youngsters what Im facinCause we had troubleWe been strugglin since single shot gaugesThats straight ghetto bad luckBut, I done passed up more shitThan you may ever touchWhat, we on sacred groundsWithout the guidance of our fathersAll we know is how to double clutch revolversMe and my own staff flaunt a different pathIm tryin to dip shit minus in your highnessThe finest of kickin halfHonest to god, Im layin down my cardIts been hard, for too many yearsBlood sweat and tearsThese 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 wordsBlood, sweat, tearsThese 3 wordsBlood, sweat, tearsGo head niggaA whole lot changed since my brother left(I can feel you baby)And since my mothers death(I can feel you baby)But as time past, I could see my life flashLeavin the body and theres no breath(I can feel ya)I chose not to let my beretta swingCause Im a veteranAnd Im livin for the better thingsIts cold-hearted bCheck the majority of blacksThey slingin crack, livin in poverty(true life testament)What you gotta do is live what your life giveAnd make the best of it(try to see the rest of it)Cause you could easily fall victim to these streetsAnd deaths most definate(blood)Is for the brothers that diedThe mothers that criedThe brothers that triedAll we do is(sweat)Steady puttin to workHandling dirtHolding your turfWe all shed(tears)For the loved onesThe thug onesAnd all deceased peersAnd while these other cats play hardIma praise godAnd thank God that Im hereBlood sweat and tearsThese 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 niggaStreet niggaHouse niggaWe all niggasBlack on black crime cause niggas drop dimesYou put down yoursBut ima keep mineIma keep mine niggaUncle sam dont drop his shit for nobodySo nobody gonna take my shit from meSo while you house niggas is fighting for the limelightI be down here with my niggasUndergroundDirtyHoldin mineHouse niggaBlood sweat and tearsBlood, sweat, tearsThese 3 wordsBlood, sweat, tears
