Against All Odds

[Talking: 2Pac] Yeah nigga, yeah – that’s right Baby, that’s how we do it! [Verse 1: Trae] I’m back up in it once again and who that claimin' that throne? Bitch I’m a asshole, tell them mothafuckers I’m home Still kickin it on my own, feds tappin' my phone I’m in the hood, livin' what these niggas rap in a song (fake ass) I remind ‘em they dead wrong in the city I’m the king And I can show you what it mean while I’m holdin’ this red beam Niggas know the team, A.B.N and ain’t no doubt we touch ‘em all Big, small, or tall, motto forever fuck 'em all I heard 'em tell me that my attitude was out of line I told 'em suck a dick and it’s best to stay the fuck out of mine Just for that tell them hoe niggas, they ass is out of time I got it on my mind so it’s understood who the fuck’ll shine I’m comin’ ‘round the corner, lookin’ for a couple cats Sittin' in the Hoop while my niggas sellin' a couple packs Anybody can get it tell ‘em shoot me a couple stacks They want the streets, I’ll show 'em where the fuck it’s at [Chorus: Trae] Talk to ‘em, I don’t know what the fuck these niggas is on Homie against all odds Tryna count me the fuck out. Nigga I am the motherfucking streets Against all odds They better get they mind right I’m back at it again Homie against all odds And I am (who you talkin’ ‘bout) Trae tha motherfuckin’ Truth Against all odds [Verse 2: 2Pac] Follow me, tell me if you feel me – I think niggas is tryna kill me Picturin'pistols spittin hollow points till they drill me Keepin'it real, and even if I do conceal My criminal thoughts, preoccupied with keepin steel See niggas is false – sittin in court – turned snitches They use to be real, but now they petrified bitches I’m tryna be strong they sendin armies out to bomb me Listen to Ron, the only DJ that can calm me Constantly armed, my firepower keep me warm I’m trapped in the storm and fuck the world till I’m gone Bitches be warned, word is bond, you’ll get torn I’m bustin on Guilliani, he rubbin my niggas wrong And then it’s on, before I leave picture me I’m spittin at punk bitches – and hustlin to be free Watch me set it, niggas don’t want it, you can get it Bet it make these jealous niggas mad – I said it This Thug Life nigga we don’t cater to you hoes Fuck with me, have a hundred mothafuckers at yo do' – with 4-4’s HahaHaha, Yeah nigga, Thug Life [Chorus: Trae] [Verse 3: Trae] Tell ‘em if they lookin 4 me ain’t nothin changed, still posted up with a couple thugs With a couple straps in my lap, holdin a couple slugs I’m in a Chevrolet floatin on a couple dubs Run up on me I’m a put 'em in ya chest like it’s nothin but love I’m in the game but still I feel like I’m against 'em all I’m in my zone, I lace 'em up and take it to the wall I swear I’m a G – and I’m a be that way until I fall The shit I’m on’ll have you prayin Jesus’ll answer ya call Then it be known that I’m against all odds I prophesize through the hood – in underneath all guards Bitch I’m here to put the fire underneath all frauds So any nigga in my way’ll be a mothafucker scarred I’m the truth so reconize a livin legend in ya face Before I catch a attitude and go to catch another case I’m full speed, for the ride it ain’t gon'be another race And if you think it’s somethin weak, then we can fall up out of place, motherfucker [Chorus: Trae] [Verse 4: Trae] I’m on the edge feelin' like a nigga hard to kill And fuck them niggas anyway cause they don’t keep it real This mac eleven be enough to make a hater chill Run up on me, I can show you how the fuck it feel Fuck my foes and my use to be friends – I’m all good ‘long as I’m gettin my ends Homie against all odds, I let 'em know it ain’t no need to pretend So tell them niggas that I’m back at it again