[Intro: Laze E Laze]
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
[Verse 1: Billy Danze]
It took me 24 years to figure out what makes this world go 'round
It's not a man holding ground with dope sound
We gots to ask
Why do you feel that a mill' can make you real
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 Tef left, and Fame met his wizzie
The town: Brownsville
The place: The Hill
Follow the trail of fresh blood drips you'll end up on my bricks
The Marks: Home of the warrior throne
Home of true thugs that's dead and gone
In the hills' most effective chrome
Return these pages
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 give Shania and your highness
The finest a kid could have
Honest to God, I'm layin' down my card
It's been hard, for too many years, nigga
Blood, sweat and tears
[Chorus]
These 3 words
(Man got somethin' to say)
Blood, sweat, tears
(M.O.P. 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
[Verse 2: Lil' Fame]
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 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
(Tears)
For the loved ones
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
[Chorus]
These 3 words
('Til the break of dawn)
Blood, sweat, tears
(Forilla)
These 3 words
('Til the break of dawn)
Blood, sweat, tears
(21 gun salute)
[Outro: Laze E Laze]
Ghetto nigga
Street nigga
House nigga
We all niggas
Black on Black crime 'cause niggas drop dimes
You put down yours
But I'ma keep mine
I'ma 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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