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