Against all odds
21 gun salute
21 Gun salute
Dressed in fatigues
Black jeans and boots
Disappear in the crowd
All you seen was troops
This little nigga named Nas
Think he live like me
Talk about how he left the hospital
Took five like me
You living fanatasies
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 talkin'
Nigga close your mouth
I take this war sh*t deeply
I see too many real playas fall
to let you's b**ch niggas beat me
Puffy, lets be honest
You a punk
or you would see me with gloves
Remember that sh*t 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
Whats going on
I knew you b**ch niggas from way back
Witness me strapped with macs
knew I wouldn't play that
All you old rappers trying to advance
Its all over now
Take it like a man
Niggas looking like
Larry holms flabby and sick
(Lookat De La Soul!)
Trying to playa hate on my sh*t
BIG, eat a fat dick
Let it be known this is how you made me
Love it how I got you niggas crazy'
I hope my true mutha-f**kas know
This be the realist sh*t I ever wrote
against all Odds
In the studio
This be the truest sh*t I ever spoke
Against all Odds
I heard he was light skined, stocky
with a Haitian accent
(Say his name, now)
Jewelry, fast cars and he's known for flashing
(whats his name)
Listen while I take you back
(Nigga, say his name!)
and lace this rap
A real live tale
About a snitch named Hatian Jack
Knew he was working for the feds
(I knew it!)
Same crime different trail
Niggas picture what he said
And did I mention
Promised a payback
Till he hits me
In due time
I knew you b**ch niggas was listening
The world is mine
Set me up
Wet me up
niggas stuck me up
(I'm back, I'm baaack)
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 an Eye
Last words to a b**ch nigga
Why you lie?
Now you gotta watch your back nigga
watch your front
Here we come gunshots to deck
Now you stuck
f**k the rap game nigga
NIgga This M.O.B
So believe me
I go against all odds
(Trick made niggas, ain't no peers)
Puffy getting robbed like a b**ch.
To hide that fact,
He did some sh*t he shouldn't of did.
(You know what)
So he ride for that
And that nigga that was for with me,
Guess his new friends wanted him dead.
Probably be murdered for this sh*t 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.
Yo Nas, your whole damn style is bitten.
(You sound like Rakim, man)
You heard my melody,
Read about my life in the papers.
All my run ins with authorities(Trick!),
felonious capers (Punk!)
Now you want to live my life.
So what's the hustle, Nas.
Niggas that don't rhyme right,
Seen too many movies.
Load him 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?
Against All Odds
21 Gun Salute
One love to my true thug niggas
21 Gun Salute to my niggas that died in the line of duty
Represent to the fullest,
Being souljas with military minds that played 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 b**ch made niggas - I'm comin for you
Against all odds.
I don't care who the f**k you is, nigga.
You touch me, I'm at you.
I know you motha f**kas didn't think I forgot.
Hell nah I ain't forgot nigga, I just remembered what you told me.
Said don't go to war unless my money right.
Aight, I got my money right, now I want war.