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Against All Odds

One love, one love, one thug

One nation, twenty-one gun salute



I'm hopin my true motherfuckers know

This be the realest shit I ever wrote

Against all odds, up in the studio, gettin blowed

To the truest shit I ever spoke



Twenty-one gun salute, dressed in fatigue, black jeans and boots

Disappeared in the crowd, all you seen was troops

This little nigga named Nas thinks he live like me

Talkin bout he left the hospital took five like me

You living fantasies, nigga I reject your deposit

We shook Dre punk ass, now we out of the closet

Mobb Deep wonder why nigga blowed them out

Next time grown folks talk, nigga close your mouth

Peep me, I take this war shit deeply

Done seen too many real players fall to let these bitch niggas beat me

Puffy lets be honest you a punk or you will see me with gloves

Remember that shit you said to Vibe about me bein a thug

You can tell the people you roll with whatever you want

But you and I know what's going on

Payback, I knew you bitch niggas from way back

Witness me strapped with Macs, knew I wouldn't play that

All you old rappers trying to advance

It's all over now, take it like a man

Niggas lookin like Larry Holmes, flabby and sick

Tryin to player hate on my shit, you eat a fat dick

Let it be known this is how you made me

Lovin how I got you niggas crazy



Against all odds

Hopin my thug motherfuckers know

This be the realest shit I ever wrote

Against all odds, up in the studio, gettin blowed

To the truest shit I ever spoke, against all odds

Hopin my true motherfuckers know

This be the realest shit I ever wrote



I heard he was light skinned, stocky with a Haitian accent

Jewelery, fast cars and he's known for flashing (What's his name???)

Listen while I take you back (NIGGA SAY HIS NAME!) and lace this rap

A real live tale about a snitch named Haitian Jack

Knew he was workin for the feds, same crime, different trials

Nigga, picture what he said, and did I mention

Promised a payback, Jimmy Henchman, in due time

I know you bitch niggas is listenin, The World Is Mine

Set me up, wet me up, niggas stuck me up

Heard the guns bust but you tricks never shut me up

Touch one of mine on everything I own

I'll destroy everything you touch, play the game nigga

All out warfare, eye for eye

Last words to a bitch nigga, "WHY YOU LIE?!?"

Now you gotta watch your back, now watch your front

Here we come, gunshots too tight, now you stuck

Fuck the rap game, nigga this M-O-B

So believe me we enemies, I go against all odds



I'm hopin my true motherfuckers know

This be the realest shit I ever wrote

Against all odds, up in the studio, gettin blowed

To the truest shit I ever spoke

I'm hopin my true motherfuckers know

This be the realest shit I ever wrote

Against all odds



Puffy gettin robbed like a bitch, to hide the fact

he did some shit he shouldn't have did, so we ride em for that

And that nigga that was down for me, restin dead

Switch sides, guess his new friends wanted him dead

Probably be murdered for the shit that I said

I bring the real, be a legend, breathin the dead

Lord listen to me

God don't like ugly, It Was Written

Hey Nad, your whole damn style is bitten

You heard my melody, read about my life in the papers

All my run-ins with authorities, felonious capers

Now you wanna live my life, so what's the answer Nas?

Niggas that don't rhyme right, you've seen too many movies

Load em up against the wall, close his eyes

Since you lie you die, GOODBYE

Let the real live niggas hear the truth from me

What would you do if you was me nigga



Against all odds

I'm hopin my true motherfuckers know

This be the realest shit I ever wrote

Against all odds, up in the studio, gettin blowed

To the truest shit I ever spoke

*repeat*



Against all odds

(Twenty-one gun salute)

One love to my true thug niggas (Outlaw! Outlaw! Outlaw!)

Twenty-one gun salute to my niggas that die in the line of duty

Representin to the fullest bein soldiers with military minds

that play the rules of the game, twenty-one gun salute

I salute you my niggas, stay strong

I ride for you, I rhyme for you, I roll for you, it's all for you

To all you bitch made niggas, I'm comin for you

Against all odds, I don't care who the fuck you is, nigga

You touch me I'm at you

I know you motherfuckers think that I forgot

Hell no I ain't forgot nigga

I just remember what you told me

You said don't go to war unless I got my money behind me

Aight, I got my money right here, now I want war

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