First Family 4 Life

Yo<br>Yo c`mon son<br>Yo they killin em out there son<br>They dyin out there son, word up<br>Yo they killin us son, I`m tellin you<br>Y`all niggas c`mon that`s my word<br>Y`all better c`mon<br>Yo wake up son<br>They dyin son<br>Yo, c`mon nigga, wake up<br>C`mon<br><br>It took me 24 years to figure out what makes this world go round<br>It`s not man holding ground with dope sound<br>We gots to ask<br>Why do you feel that a meal can make you ill<br>When you know that Broke Bill can still<br>See right through your plastic ass<br>Before crack was a sport and we had thoughts of getting busy<br>Before death left, and fame had his way<br>The town: Brownsville<br>The place: The Ill<br>Follow the trail of resh blood drips you`ll end up on my bricks<br>The Marks:<br>Home of the warrior thrown home<br>Our true thugs that`s dead and gone<br>In the hills most effective chrome<br>Return to these graves<br>Showin youngsters what I`m facin<br>Cause we had trouble<br>We been strugglin since single shot gauges<br>That`s straight ghetto bad luck<br>But, I done passed up more shit<br>Than you may ever touch<br>What, we on sacred grounds<br>Without the guidance of our fathers<br>All we know is how to double clutch revolvers<br>Me and my own staff flaunt a different path<br>I`m tryin to dip shit minus in your highness<br>The finest of kickin half<br>Honest to god, I`m layin down my card<br>It`s been hard, for too many years<br>Blood sweat and tears<br><br>These 3 words<br>(Man got somethin to say)<br>Blood, sweat, tears<br>(MOP Family)<br>These 3 words<br>(We went to the death, we knew he was dead and gone)<br>Blood, sweat, tears<br>(We comin all the way from New York City, hear me out)<br>These 3 words<br>Blood, sweat, tears<br>These 3 words<br>Blood, sweat, tears<br><br>Go head nigga<br>A whole lot changed since my brother left<br>(I can feel you baby)<br>And since my mother`s death<br>(I can feel you baby)<br>But as time past, I could see my life flash<br>Leavin the body and there`s no breath<br>(I can feel ya)<br>I chose not to let my beretta swing<br>Cause I`m a veteran<br>And I`m livin for the better things<br>It`s cold-hearted B<br>Check the majority of blacks<br>They slingin crack, livin in poverty<br>(True life testament)<br>What you gotta do is live what your life give<br>And make the best of it<br>(Try to see the rest of it)<br>Cause you could easily fall victim to these streets<br>And death`s most definate<br>(Blood)<br>Is for the brothers that died<br>The mothers that cried<br>The brothers that tried<br>All we do is<br>(Sweat)<br>Steady puttin to work<br>Handling dirt<br>Holding your turf<br>We all shed<br>(Tears)<br>For the loved ones<br>The thug ones<br>And all deceased peers<br>And while these other cats play hard<br>Im`a praise god<br>And thank god that I`m here<br>Blood sweat and tears