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Blood Sweat And Tears

  rap  hip-hop  new york  brooklyn  new york hip hop
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Текст песни M.O.P - Blood Sweat And Tears

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Текст песни M.O.P - Blood Sweat And Tears




YoYo c'mon sonYo they killin em out there sonThey dyin out there son, word upYo they killin us son, I'm tellin youY'all niggas c'mon that's my wordY'all better c'mon( )Yo wake up sonThey dyin sonYo, c'mon nigga, wake upC'monIt took me 24 years to figure out what makes this world go roundIt's not man holding ground with dope soundWe gots to askWhy do you feel that a meal can make you illWhen you know that Broke Bill can stillSee right through your plastic assBefore crack was a sport and we had thoughts of getting busyBefore death left, and fame had his wayThe town: BrownsvilleThe place: The IllFollow the trail of resh blood drips you'll end up on my bricksThe Marks:Home of the warrior thrown homeOur true thugs that's dead and goneIn the hills most effective chromeReturn to these gravesShowin youngsters what I'm facinCause we had troubleWe been strugglin since single shot gaugesThat's straight ghetto bad luckBut, I done passed up more shitThan you may ever touchWhat, we on sacred groundsWithout the guidance of our fathersAll we know is how to double clutch revolversMe and my own staff flaunt a different pathI'm tryin to dip shit minus in your highnessThe finest of kickin halfHonest to god, I'm layin down my cardIt's been hard, for too many yearsBlood sweat and tearsThese 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 wordsBlood, sweat, tearsThese 3 wordsBlood, sweat, tearsGo head niggaA 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 flashLeavin the body and there's no breath(I can feel ya)I chose not to let my beretta swingCause I'm a veteranAnd I'm livin for the better thingsIt's cold-hearted BCheck the majority of blacksThey slingin crack, livin in poverty(True life testament)What you gotta do is live what your life giveAnd make the best of it(Try to see the rest of it)Cause you could easily fall victim to these streetsAnd death's most definate(Blood)Is for the brothers that diedThe mothers that criedThe brothers that triedAll we do is(Sweat)Steady puttin to workHandling dirtHolding your turfWe all shed




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