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| Against All Odds |
(Intro)
One love... one love... one thug One nation...
twenty-one gun salute
(Chorus)
I'm hopin my true mothaf*ckaz 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 21 gun salute,
dressed in fatigue, black jeans and boots Dissapeared in the crap, all you seen was troops This little ni**a named Nas thinks he live like me Talkin bout how he left the hospital took five like me You living fanatasies, ni**a I reject your deposit We shook Dre punk ass, now we out of the closet Mobb Deep wonder why ni**a blowed them out Next time grown folks talk, ni**a close your mouths Peep me, I take this war shit deeply I see too many real playas fall to let these bit*h ni**az to beat me Puffy, lets be honest you a punk or you gonna see me with gloves Remember that shit you said in vibe about me being a Thug You can tell the people you roll with whatever you want But, you and I know what's going on Pay back I knew you bit*h ni**az 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 ni**as looking like, Larry Holmes flabby and shit Trying to playa hate on my shit, you eat a fat dick Let it be known this is how you made me Love it how I got you ni**az goin crazy, against all odds
(Chorus) x2
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 A real live tale, about a snitch named Haitian Jack Knew he was working for the feds, same crime different trail ni**as picture what he said, and did I mention Promised a payback, Jimmy Henchmen, in due time I knew you bit*h ni**az was listening, The World is Mine Set me up, wet me up, ni**az 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 ni**a All out warfare, Eye For An Eye Last words to a bit*h ni**a, why you lie? Now you gotta watch your back ni**a, watch your front Here we come gunshots to deck, now you stuck f*ck the rap game ni**a, ni**a This M.O.B So believe me, we enemies, I go, against all odds
(Chorus) x2
Puffy gettin robbed like a bit*h, to hide that fact He did some shit he shouldn't have did So we ride em for that
And that ni**a that was down for me Restin dead, switch sides Guess his new friends want him dead
Probably be murdered for the shit that I said I bring the real, be a legend or even the dead Lord listen to me
God don't like ugly It Was Written Hey Nas your whole damn style is weak You heard my melody, read about my life in the papers All my run-in with authorities, felonious capers Now you want to live my life, so what's the deal ni**az that don't ride 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 life ni**az hear the truth from me What would you do if you was me (ni**a), against all odds
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Against all odd