Artist: Ruthless Bastardz
Album:  DJ Storm - G-Unit vs. Ruthless Bastardz
Song:   Blood, Sweat, Tears
Typed by: Cno Evil

[Iron Mic]
My life is raw, I hard it hard growing up
Enrolled in school, but never showing up, I guess that's why I'm so corrupt
Times is hard, living life in these slums
Eating five cent gums, and quarter chips, dreaming I was rich
Life's a bitch, and that's as real as it gets
Walking up and down the strip with no, heel on my kicks
Remember Davey, slapped steel on my wrists, you get the picture
Rest in peace Sand, your Ruthless fam, is gonna miss ya
We go back, like riding crates down a grass hill
Sometime we had to clap steel, to make the cash build
But life goes on, and for who, I'mma hold on
And stay strong, and make sure ya seed, ain't raised wrong
It takes long, to achieve, what you need in life
Me and the Bastardz, see the light, with these mics
No more hustling, from sun down to sunlight
No more gun fights, this shit is getting done right

[Truck]
We can't turn back now, we been rapping too long
When life is suppose to be right, it always seem to go wrong
Whatever fame you got, I need it, you owe me
I never had no moms and pops to mold me
These streets control me, from armed robbery to soul leaks
If there's a way to get this money, nigga, show me
I know how it feels, growing up in the slums
We the one's society tried to stay away from
The police, they quick to take us down to the station
The judge, he quick to slap us with 5 years probation
From institutions, to lock ups, for years, I walked around
With empty pockets, we either gonna make moves, or stop it
Cuz a nigga, ain't getting no younger, I'm getting older
And the days, ain't getting no warmer, it's getting colder
I'm not sleeping, I'm just resting
I need acres of land, not just a section
For real, I'm stressing, we finally connecting
The more I write, yo, the quicker the pressing
I need a dealer, sue me, money to school me
The shit Ruthless been through could be a movie

[Chorus 2X: Blizzard (Truck)]
It's a struggle to survive, day to day, nine to five
Trying to get by, face to face, but hard times and crimes
(I shed blood, sweat and tears for my peeps, who made you Ruthless
The blunts and beers in these streets)

[Blizzard]
Yo, born in this war zone, in a place where ya hold ya own
Niggas play like kings, and they get blown off they throne
Time matters, I'm trying to reach the top of the ladder
As these years go on, it seems it's just getting bad
I've been doing this rap shit, for like 7 years now
People putting me down, now I laugh at these clowns
I'm trying to stop the madness, to this propaganda
Me and D.O.S. politic on the block, sipping 99 banana
Time to do shows, put down the rocks, mixed with Arm & Hammer
Listen to how I get deeper in my grammar
And seen these bricks, niggas don't wanna see us rich
So they snitch, stopping my flow, that's why this nigga flip
Raised with no father, my problem solver's the revolver
Good as a toddler, grown up to be a fucking monster
Struggle, to stay alive, hustle, from 9 to 5
Went from, very fine, to sipping, finer wines
It's time, to get my peoples out the housing, no more grey skies
In paradise, we lounging, counting thousand