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 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 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 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 three words   Blood, sweat, tears