Against All Odds lyrics

[Intro]

One love, one thug, one nation

Twenty-one gun salute

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

[Verse 1]

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

Talking 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 a 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 being 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 looking like Larry Holmes, flabby and sick

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

Let it be known this is how you made me

Loving how I got you niggas crazy

[Hook 1]

Against all odds

Hoping my thug 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

[Verse 2]

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 (nigga say his name) and lace this rap

A real live tale about a snitch named Haitian Jack

Knew he was working for the FED's, 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 listening, 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 love

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 Tut, now you stuck

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

So believe me we enemies, I go against all odds

[Hook 2]

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

I'm hoping my true motherfuckers know

This be the realest shit I ever wrote

Against all odds

[Verse 3]

Puffy getting robbed like a bitch, to hide that fact

He did some shit he shouldn't have did, so we riding for that

And that nigga that was down for me, resting 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, breathing or dead

Lord listen to me

God don't like ugly, it was written

(ey yo Nas) Nas, 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 a Hausa 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

[Hook 1]

[Outro]

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

Representing to the fullest being 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 coming 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