AGAINST ALL ODDS

[Makaveli]

One love...
one love...
one thug One nation...
twenty-one gun salute
[Chorus]
I'm hopin my true mothafuckaz 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
[Verse One]
21 gun salute, dressed in fatigue, black jeans and boots Dissapeared in the crap, all you seen was troops This little nigga named Nas thinks he live like me Talkin bout how he left the hospital took five like me You living fanatasies, 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 mouths Peep me, I take this war shit deeply I see too many real playas fall to let these bitch niggaz 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 bitch niggaz 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 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 niggaz goin crazy, against all odds
[Chorus 2X Verse Two]
I heard he was light skined, 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 Niggas picture what he said, and did I mention Promised a payback, Jimmy Henchmen, in due time I knew you bitch niggaz was listening, The World is Mine Set me up, wet me up, niggaz 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 An Eye Last words to a bitch nigga, why you lie? Now you gotta watch your back nigga, watch your front Here we come gunshots to deck, now you stuck Fuck the rap game nigga, nigga This M.O.B So believe me, we enemies, I go, against all odds
[Chorus 2X Verse Three]
Puffy gettin robbed like a bitch, to hide that 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 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 Niggaz 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 niggaz hear the truth from me What would you do if you was me (nigga), against all odds
[Chorus 2X]
Against all odds

Death Row


Tupac rip




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