Blood, Sweat & Glory lyrics

(Verse 1)



A backstreet killer a 5th ward assassin



So raise the fuck up muthafucka when I'm blastin



My buckshot: buck*buck*buck buck 'em down till they blood shed



And it ain't stoppin till the muthafuckas lay dead



Too many punk-ass niggas try to house on me



And put the chrome to my dome and try to gaffle me



It's Ninety-3 and I ain't goin out like that



I flex vest and pull a strap with a phat Gat



Cause in the game good game pigs sew game



No money no power no glory MUTHAFUCK pain!



It's blood sweat and murder just to come on top



If you don't get then you stuck so you're gettin got



It takes a stroll with the devil down the Glock road



You're gettin fucked when that Gauge droppin heavy load



I blast wicked so I'm goin out like a champ



FUCK the county FUCK the pen and FUCK a boot-camp



I'm down to die and down to kill for my own shit



And break-a-hat to a busta-ass punk bitch



I stand stroll cause the Circle is my back bowl



And peel your cap bitch has stranded in the killin zone



So what the fuck you gonna do cause I ain't worryin



Yeah, I work hard for my bitch



Blood, Sweat & Glory







(Verse 2)



Comin up in 19-93



You bunch of muthafuckas die



And yo, I asked why be-a-bein blazed to that hella fry



Flicks like a muthafucka rippin and wreckin up shit



Ghetto ways nigga from the 5th comin up quick



Runnin from that heroine



Money from that black [?]



[not sure what's said] fiends bumpin hella dope



Now it's straight mobbin



Doin whatever the fuck it takes



Hittin 'em with the Mack-A-Blast



Boomin like some faults



Gangs corrupt cause it's fucked up



The shit is sold *pronto*



Stupid punk is steppin with that muthafuckin sawed-off



Peace to them niggas on the corner drinkin the 40 oz.'s



And peace to them real muthafuckin O.G.'s



And to you ho's I never showin that sorrow



*Adios* y'all niggas cause you'll never see tomorrow



This game is too unbend for them punk muthafuckas



Buckin up shit makin real niggas suffer



I'm true to my shit G and can't shit change me



(tell 'em Rock)



St. Ide's and gunplay and death don't face me



So save all that Ho shit cause Ho shit bores me



Peace to them down-ass niggas fool



Blood, Sweat & Glory







Ha..ha..ha



Yeah



1993



And the 5th Ward Boyz bumpin some Ghetto Dope shit



With Mike Dean and Beat-On-One



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