Kunci: A minor•
Verse 1
G
F
G
Yo, yo c'mon son
Am
F
Yo, they killin' 'em out there, son
Am
G
Dm
F
They dyin' out there, son, word up
Am
F
I'm tellin' you
Verse 2
Am
why?all niggas c'mon that's my
Dm
word
Why?all better c'mon,
F
Am
F
yo wake up, son
Am
Dm
They dyin', son
Am
F
Yo, c'mon nigga, wake up, c'mon
Am
It took me twenty- four years
Verse 3
to figure out
Dm
What makes this world go round
G
It?s not man holding ground
Verse 4
We gots to ask
Am
Dm
Why do you feel that a meal
can make you ill
G
F
When you know that broke bill can still
Am
See right through your plastic ass
Dm
Before crack was a sport and we
Verse 5
had thoughts of getting busy
G
F
Before death left and fame
had his way
G
Am
F
The town Brownsville, the place, the ill
G
Follow the trail of fresh blood drips
F
Am
You'll end up on my bricks
Verse 6
The marks,
Dm
home of the warrior thrown home
G
Our true thugs that's dead and gone
F
Am
In the hills most effective chrome
Return to these graves
Dm
Showin'
Verse 7
youngsters what
I'm facin'
Dm
That's straight ghetto bad luck
Verse 8
G
But, I done passed up more shit
Am
Dm
What, we on sacred grounds
Am
G
Without the guidance of our fathers
Am
F
All we know is how to
Verse 9
double
Dm
Me and my own staff flaunt
a different path
Verse 10
The finest of kickin' half
Dm
I'm layin' down my card
G
F
It?s been hard, for too many years
G
Am
Blood sweat and tears
Dm
These three words (Man, got
Verse 11
G
C
F
somethin' to say)
Blood, sweat,
Am
Dm
G
tears
F
Am
(Mop family)
Verse 12
C
F
we knew he was dead and gone)
Am
Dm
Blood, sweat, tears
G
F
(We comin' all the way from New York City,
Verse 13
G
Am
F
Am
Dm
G
F
Am
Blood, sweat, tears
These three words
Dm
G
Am
F
Am
Blood, sweat, tears
Dm
Verse 14
G
Am
A whole lot changed since
F
And since my mother?s death
Am
(I can feel you, baby)
Verse 15
I could see my life flash
(I can feel ya)
Am
Dm
I chose not to let my Biretta swing
Verse 16
F
Am
And I'm livin' for the better things
G
Dm
It?s cold- hearted be
F
G
Check the majority of blacks
Am
F
They slingin' crack,
Verse 17
G
What you gotta do is live
Am
And make the best of it
Dm
(Try to see the rest of it)
G
'Cause you could easily fall
Am
And death?s most definite
Verse 18
Dm
Is for the brothers that died
G
Am
All we do is
(Sweat)
Verse 19
puttin' to work
G
F
Handling dirt, holding your turf
Am
Dm
We all shed for the loved ones
(Tears)
G
F
The thug ones and all deceased peers
Verse 20
Am
Dm
And while these other cats play hard
I'ma praise God
G
F
And thank God that I'm here
Dm
These three words (Till the
Verse 21
G
Am
Dm
G
F
Blood, sweat, tears
Verse 22
G
Am
Dm
G
F
Blood, sweat,
tears
Am
(Twenty- one gun salute)
Dm
F
Ghetto nigga, street
Verse 23
G
F
nigga
Am
Dm
Am
F
House nigga, we all niggas
Black on black crime cause
Am
Dm
niggas drop dimes
F
G
I'm?a keep mine
Dm
F
G
I'm?a keep mine nigga
F
Uncle Sam don't drop his shit for nobody
Verse 24
Am
Dm
Am
F
So nobody gonna take my shit from me
Am
Dm
So while you house niggas is
fighting for the limelight
G
F
I be down here with my niggas
Verse 25
Am
Dm
Underground, dirty
G
F
Holdin' mine, house nigga
Dm
Blood, sweat,
Verse 26
G
F
tears
Am
Dm
G
F
These three words
Am
Dm
Blood, sweat, tears
Outro 1
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F
Am
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