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lirik lagu 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 n-gg-s c? mon that? s my word
y? all better c? mon, yo wake up, son
they dyin’, son
yo, c? mon n-gg-, 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 -ss
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 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 p-ssed 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 dip sh-t 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 death, 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-gg-
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 biretta 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 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-gg-, street n-gg-
house n-gg-, we all n-gg-s
black on black crime cause n-gg-s drop dimes
you put down yours but i’m? a keep mine
i’m? a keep mine n-gg-

uncle sam don? t drop his sh-t for n-body
so n-body gonna take my sh-t from me
so while you house n-gg-s is fighting for the limelight
i be down here with my n-gg-s

underground, dirty
holdin’ mine, house n-gg-
blood sweat and tears

blood, sweat, tears
these three words
blood, sweat, tears

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