Against All Odds

[Intro]

To my niggas that went out in the line of duty

21-gun salute! One love, one thug, one nation

(Let’s get down, let’s do this!)

21-gun salute! (Come on, yeah, let’s do this!)

21-gun salute! (Come on, come on, let’s do this!)

All the time I be

[Chorus]

Hopin' my true motherfuckers know

This be the realest shit I ever wrote (Know) (Against all odds)

Up in the studio gettin' blow

To the truest shit I ever spoke

[Verse 1]

21-gun salute, dressed in fatigues, black jeans, and boots

I just appeared (Outlaw!) in the crowd, all you seen was troops

This little nigga named Nas think he live like me

Talking 'bout he left the hospital, took five like me

You live in fantasies, nigga, I reject your deposit

We shook Dre punk ass, now he outta the closet

Mobb Deep wonder why a nigga blowed 'em out

Next time grown folks talkin' (Shut the fuck up) – 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, let's be honest, you a punk (You a sucker-ass nigga)

Or you will see me with gloves

Remember that shit you said to Vibe about me bein' a thug?

And you can tell the people you roll wit' whatever you want

But you and I know what's goin' on (Don't you?)

Payback, I knew you bitch niggas from way back

Witnessed me strapped with MACs, knew I wouldn't play that

All you old rappers tryna advance

It's all over now, take it like a man (You trick-ass square!)

Niggas lookin' like Larry Holmes, flabby and sick (Look at De La Soul!)

Tryna player-hate on my shit, nigga, eat a fat dick

Let it be known, this is how you made me

Lovin' how I got you niggas crazy (Nigga!)

[Chorus]

Against all odds, hopin' my thug motherfuckers know

This be the realest shit I ever wrote (Nigga!)

Against all odds, up in the studio, gettin' blow

To the truest shit I ever spoke

Against all odds, hopin' 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 (Say his name though) and he's known for flashin'

(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 workin' for the Feds (I knew it!)

Same crime, different trials, nigga, picture what he said

And did I mention?

Promised to payback Jimmy Henchman – in due time

I know you bitch niggas is listenin', the world is mine (Mine! Trick)

Set me up, wet me up, niggas stuck me up (I'm baaaack)

Heard the guns bust, but you tricks never shut me up (I'm baaaack)

Touch one of mine, on everything I own, I will 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 to Tut, now you stuck

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

So, believe me, we enemies, I go against all odds

(Trick-made niggas, ain't no peace!)

[Chorus]

I'm hopin' my true motherfuckers know

This be the realest shit I ever wrote

Against all odds, up in the studio, gettin' blow

To the truest shit I ever spoke

Against all odds, hopin' my true motherfuckers know

This be the realest shit I ever wrote (Y'all all know!) (Against all odds)

[Verse 3]

Puffy gettin' robbed like a bitch

To hide that fact – he did some shit he shouldn't have did

(You know what) So we ridin' for that

And that nigga that was down for me, rest the dead

Switched sides, guess his new friends wanted him dead

Probably be murdered for the shit that I said

I bring the real, be a legend, breathin' or dead

Lord, listen to me, God don't like ugly, It Was Written

Ayo 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 wanna live my life

So what's a "chazzer," 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 (Hey)

What would you do if you was me? (Nigga!)

Against all odds

[Chorus]

Hopin' my true motherfuckers know

This be the realest shit I ever wrote

Against all odds, up in the studio gettin' blow

To the truest shit I ever spoke

Against all odds, hopin' my true motherfuckers know

This be the realest shit I ever wrote

Against all odds, up in the studio gettin' blow

To the truest shit I ever spoke; against all odds

[Outro]

(21-gun salute) One love to my true thug niggas

(Outlaw! Outlaw! Outlaw!)

21-gun salute to my niggas that died in the lines of duty

Representin' to the fullest, bein' soldiers with military minds

That play 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 bitch-made niggas, I'm comin' for you

Against all odds, I don't care who the fuck you is

You touch me, I'm at you

I know you motherfuckers didn't think I forgot

Hell nah, I ain't forgot, nigga

I just remember what you told me

You said don't go to war unless I got my money right

I got my money right, nigga, now I want war