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

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 talkin'

Nigga close your mouth

Peep me

I take this war shit deeply

I see too many real playas fall

to let you's 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 the people 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





I hope my true mutha-fuckas know

This be the realist shit I ever wrote

against all Odds

In the studio

Getting blowed

This be the truest shit I ever spoke

Against all Odds





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!)

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