Against All Odds

To my niggas that went out in the line of duty 21 gun salute One love, one thug, one nation (let's get down, let's do this) 21 gun salute (come on, yeah, let's do this) 21 gun salute (come on, come on, let's do this) All the time I be Hoping my true motherfuckers know This be the realest shit I ever wrote (against all odds) Up in the studio, getting blowed To the truest shit I ever spoke 21 gun salute, dressed in fatigues, black jeans and boots I just appeared in the crowd, all you seen was troops This little nigga named Nas think he live like me He talk about he left the hospital, took five like me You living fantasies, nigga, I reject your deposit We shook Dre punk ass, now he out of the closet Mobb Deep wonder why a nigga blowed 'em out Next time grown folks talking, nigga, close your mouth Peep me, I take this war shit deeply Done seen too many real players fall to let these bitch niggas to beat me Puffy, let's be honest you a punk or you will see me with gloves? Remember that shit you said to Vibe about me being a thug? And 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 MAC's, knew I wouldn't play that All you old rappers tryin' to advance It's all over now, take it like a man (trick ass square) Niggas looking like, Larry Holmes, flabby and sick (look at De La Soul) Tryna player hate on my shit, you can eat a fat dick Let it be known, this how you made me Lovin' how I got you niggas crazy (nigga) Against all odds Hoping my thug motherfuckers know This be the realest shit I ever wrote (nigga) Against all odds, up in the studio, getting blowed To the truest shit I ever spoke Against all odds Hoping my true motherfuckers know This be the realest shit I ever wrote I heard he was light skinned, stocky, with a Haitian accent Jewelry, fast cars and he's known for flashing (what's his name?) Listen while I take you back and lace this rap (nigga, say his name) A real live tale about a snitch named Haitian Jack Knew he was working for the feds, same crime, different trial (I knew it) Nigga, picture what he said, and did I mention Promised to payback, Jimmy Henchmen, in due time I knew you bitch niggas is listening, the world is mine Set me up, wet me up, niggas stuck me up (I'm back) Heard the guns bust, but you tricks never shut me up (I'm back) Touch one of mine, on everything I own I will 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 to Tut, now you stuck Fuck the rap game nigga, nigga, this M.O.B So believe me, we enemies I go against all odds I'm hoping my true motherfuckers know This be the realest shit I ever wrote Against all odds, up in the studio, getting blowed To the truest shit I ever spoke Against all odds Hoping my true motherfuckers know This be the realest shit I ever wrote Against all odds Puffy gettin' bribed like a bitch, to hide that fact He did some shit he shouldn't have did, so we ridin' for that And that nigga that was down for me Resting dead, switched sides Guess his new friends wanted him dead Probably be murdered for the shit that I said I bring the real, be a legend, breathing or dead Lord, listen to me God don't like ugly, it was written Ayo, Nas, your whole damn style is bitten (this nigga sounds like Rakim) You heard my melody, read about my life in the papers All my run-in with authorities, felonious capers Now you wanna live my life, so what's a "chazzer," Nas? Niggas that don't rhyhme 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 Hoping my true motherfuckers know This be the realest shit I ever wrote Against all odds, up in the studio, getting blowed To the truest shit I ever spoke Against all odds Hoping my true motherfuckers know This be the realest shit I ever wrote Against all odds, up in the studio, getting blowed To the truest shit I ever spoke Against all odds 21 gun salute, one love to my true thug niggas (Outlaw! Outlaw! Outlaw!) 21 gun salute to my niggas that died in the line of duty Representin' to the fullest, being soldiers with military minds That play the rules of the game, 21 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 f******u is, nigga You touch me, I'm at you I know you motherfuckers didn't think I forgot Hell nah, I ain't forgot, nigga I just remember what you told me You said don't go to war unless I got my money right Aight I got my money right, nigga, now I want war --- Against All Odds - 2Pac and Makaveli