Against All Odds by 2Pac

21 gun salute
One love
One thug
One nation

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 nigga
I reject your deposit
We shook dre punk ass
Now we out of tha closet
Mobb deep wonder why a nigga blowed em out
Next time grown folks talkin'
Nigga close your mouth
Peep me
I take this war shit deeply
done seen too many real niggaz fall
To let you bitch niggas beat me
Puffy, lets be honest
You a punk
Or you would see me with gloves
Remember that shit you said in vibe
About me being a thug
You can tell tha niggaz you roll with
Whatever you want
But, you and i know
Whats going on
Pay back
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
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 shit
Big, eat a fat dick
Let it be known this is how you made me
Love it how i got you niggas crazy'

Chorus


Only my true mutha-fuckas know
This be the realist shit i ever wrote
Against all odds
Up In the studio
Getting blowed
to tha truest shit i ever spoke
21 gun salute


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
(snitch)
And did i mention
Promised a payback
Till he hits me
In due time
I knew you bitch 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 bitch niggaz
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
(trick made niggas, ain't no peers)


Puffy getting robbed like a bitch.
To hide that fact,
He did some shit he shouldn't of did.
(you know what)
So he ride for that
And that nigga that was with me,
Resting dead,
Switching sides,
Guess his new friends wanted him dead.
Probably be murdered for this shit that i said
I bring the real nigga.
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 a hassa, 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
(outlaw, outlaw!)
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 bitch made niggas - i'm comin 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 motha fuckas 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.