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Tytuł: Against All Odds

  • Wykonawca: 2Pac
  • Wy¶wietleń: 380
One love, one love, one thug
  One nation, twenty-one gun salute
  
  I'm hopin my true motherfuckers 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
  
  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
  Talkin 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 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 bein 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 lookin like Larry Holmes, flabby and sick
  Tryin to player hate on my shit, you eat a fat dick
  Let it be known this is how you made me
  Lovin how I got you niggas crazy
  
  Against all odds
  Hopin my thug motherfuckers 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, against all odds
  Hopin my true motherfuckers know
  This be the realest shit I ever wrote
  
  I heard he was light skinned, stocky with a Haitian accent
  Jewelery, 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 workin for the feds, 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 listenin, 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 own
  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 tight, now you stuck
  Fuck the rap game, nigga this M-O-B
  So believe me we enemies, I go against all odds
  
  I'm hopin my true motherfuckers 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
  I'm hopin my true motherfuckers know
  This be the realest shit I ever wrote
  Against all odds
  
  Puffy gettin robbed like a bitch, to hide the 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 wanted him dead
  Probably be murdered for the shit that I said
  I bring the real, be a legend, breathin the dead
  Lord listen to me
  God don't like ugly, It Was Written
  Hey Nad, 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 the answer 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
  
  Against all odds
  I'm hopin my true motherfuckers 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
  [repeat]
  
  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
  Representin to the fullest bein 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 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 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