Yo
  Yo c'mon son
  Yo they killin em ou tthere 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