It took me 24 years to figure out what makes this world go round It's not a man holdin' ground with dope sound We gots to ask, why do you feel that a male can make you real When you know that Robelle can still see right through your plastic ass Before crack was a sport and we had thoughts of gettin' busy Before death left and fame met its wits In the town, Brownsville, the place, the hill Follow the trail of fresh blood, drip, she'll end up on my breast Tomorrow, home of the warrior throne Home of true thugs that's dead and gone In the hills, most effective chrome We turn these pages, showin' you youngsters what our faces We had trouble, we been strugglin' since single shot gauges That's straight ghetto bad luck But, I don't bask up more *** than you may ever touch But, we on shaky grounds Without the guidance of our fathers All we know is how to double clutch revolvers Me and my whole staff found a different path I'm tryna give Shania and Your Highness the finest A kick in half, honest to God I'm layin' down my card, it been hard For too many years, nigga, blood, sweat, and tears D-Stream World Man got somethin' to say Blood, sweat, tears M.O.P. fans D-Stream World And we went to the death, even when we wasn't dead and gone Blood, sweat, tears We come all the way from New York City Hear me out D-Stream World Blood, sweat, tears For years, blood, sweat, and tears Blood, blood, blood Sweat, sweat, and tears Tears, tears, tears Go ahead, 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 passed, I seen my life flash Leavin' a body and there's no breath I can feel you 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' cracks, livin' in poverty It's a true life testament What you got to do is live with your life given Make the best of it Try to see the rest of it Cause you could easily fall a victim to these streets And that's most definite Blood It's for the brothers that died The mothers that cried The brothers that tried All we do is sweat Steady puttin' in work Handlin' dirt Holdin' your turf We all shed tears For the loved ones 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 Cause we rise Till the break of dawn Blood, sweat, and tears We rise Till the break of dawn Cause we rise Till the break of dawn Till the break of dawn Blood, sweat, and tears We rise 21 God salute Ghetto nigga Street nigga House nigga We all niggas Black on black crimes Cause niggas drop dime You put down yours But I'ma keep mine I'ma keep mine Nigga Uncle Sam don't drop his *** For nobody So nobody ain't takin' my *** From me So while you house niggas is fightin' For the limelight I be down here with my niggas Under ground Dirty hole in mine House niggas Blood, sweat, and tears Blood, sweat, and tears Blood, sweat, and tears These three worlds Blood, sweat, and tears Thanks for watching!