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Yo |
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Yo c'mon son |
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Yo they killin em out there son |
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They dyin out there son, word up |
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Yo they killin us son, i'm tellin you |
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Y'all niggas c'mon that's my word |
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Y'all better c'mon |
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Yo wake up son |
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They dyin son |
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Yo, c'mon nigga, wake up |
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C'mon |
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It took me 24 years to figure out what makes this world go round |
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It's not man holding ground with dope sound |
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We gots to ask |
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Why do you feel that a meal can make you ill |
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When you know that broke bill can still |
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See right through your plastic ass |
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Before crack was a sport and we had thoughts of getting busy |
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Before death left, and fame had his way |
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The town: brownsville |
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The place: the ill |
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Follow the trail of resh blood drips you'll end up on my bricks |
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The marks: |
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Home of the warrior thrown home |
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Our true thugs that's dead and gone |
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In the hills most effective chrome |
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Return to these graves |
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Showin youngsters what i'm facin |
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Cause we had trouble |
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We been strugglin since single shot gauges |
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That's straight ghetto bad luck |
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But, i done passed up more shit |
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Than you may ever touch |
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What, we on sacred grounds |
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Without the guidance of our fathers |
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All we know is how to double clutch revolvers |
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Me and my own staff flaunt a different path |
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I'm tryin to dip shit minus in your highness |
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The finest of kickin half |
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Honest to god, i'm layin down my card |
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It's been hard, for too many years |
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Blood sweat and tears |
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These 3 words |
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(man got somethin to say) |
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Blood, sweat, tears |
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(mop family) |
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These 3 words |
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(we went to the death, we knew he was dead and gone) |
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Blood, sweat, tears |
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(we comin all the way from new york city, hear me out) |
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These 3 words |
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Blood, sweat, tears |
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These 3 words |
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Blood, sweat, tears |
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Go head nigga |
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A whole lot changed since my brother left |
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(i can feel you baby) |
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And since my mother's death |
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(i can feel you baby) |
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But as time past, i could see my life flash |
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Leavin the body and there's no breath |
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(i can feel ya) |
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I chose not to let my beretta swing |
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Cause i'm a veteran |
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And i'm livin for the better things |
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It's cold-hearted b |
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Check the majority of blacks |
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They slingin crack, livin in poverty |
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(true life testament) |
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What you gotta do is live what your life give |
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And make the best of it |
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(try to see the rest of it) |
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Cause you could easily fall victim to these streets |
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And death's most definate |
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(blood) |
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Is for the brothers that died |
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The mothers that cried |
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The brothers that tried |
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All we do is |
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(sweat) |
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Steady puttin to work |
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Handling dirt |
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Holding your turf |
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We all shed |
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(tears) |
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For the loved ones |
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The thug ones |
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And all deceased peers |
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And while these other cats play hard |
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Im'a praise god |
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And thank god that i'm here |
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Blood sweat and tears |
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These 3 words |
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(til the break of dawn) |
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Blood, sweat, tears |
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(birella) |
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These 3 words |
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(til the break of dawn) |
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Blood, sweat, tears |
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(21 gun salute) |
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Ghetto nigga |
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Street nigga |
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House nigga |
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We all niggas |
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Black on black crime cause niggas drop dimes |
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You put down yours |
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But im'a keep mine |
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Im'a keep mine nigga |
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Uncle sam don't drop his shit for nobody |
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So nobody gonna take my shit from me |
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So while you house niggas is fighting for the limelight |
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I be down here with my niggas |
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Underground |
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Dirty |
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Holdin mine |
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House nigga |
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Blood sweat and tears |
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Blood, sweat, tears |
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These 3 words |
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Blood, sweat, tears |
