Blood Sweat And Tears Lyrics - Mop

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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 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 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 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 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 xxxx 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 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 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 nigga street nigga
House nigga we all niggas
Black on black crime cause niggas drop dimes
You put down yours but i'm?a keep mine
I'm?a keep mine nigga

Uncle sam don?t drop his xxxx for nobody
So nobody gonna take my xxxx 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 three words
Blood sweat tears

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