Intro:



One love... one love... one thug

One nation... twenty-one gun salute



Chorus:



I'm hopin my true mothafuckaz 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



Verse One:



21 gun salute, dressed in fatigue, black jeans and boots

Dissapeared in the crap, all you seen was troops

This little nigga named Nas thinks he live like me

Talkin bout 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 the closet

Mobb Deep wonder why nigga blowed them out

Next time grown folks talk, nigga close your mouths

Peep me, I take this war shit deeply

I see too many real playas fall to let these bitch niggaz to beat me

Puffy, lets be honest you a punk

or you gonna 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 what's going on

Pay back I knew you bitch niggaz 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 looking like, Larry Holmes flabby and shit

Trying to playa hate on my shit, you eat a fat dick

Let it be known this is how you made me

Love it how I got you niggaz goin crazy, against all odds



Chorus 2X



Verse Two:



I heard he was light skined, stocky with a haitian accent

Jewelry, fast cars and he's known for flashing (what's his name)

Listen while I take you back and lace this rap

A real live tale, about a snitch named Haitian Jack

Knew he was working for the feds, same crime different trail

Niggas picture what he said, and did I mention

Promised a payback, Jimmy Henchmen, in due time

I knew you bitch niggaz was listening, The World is Mine

Set me up, wet me up, niggaz 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 An Eye

Last words to a bitch nigga, 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



Chorus 2X



Verse Three:



Puffy gettin robbed like a bitch, to hide that 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 want him dead

Probably be murdered for the shit that I said

I bring the real, be a legend or even the dead

Lord listen to me

God don't like ugly It Was Written

Hey Nas your whole damn style is weak

You heard my melody, read about my life in the papers

All my run-in with authorities, felonious capers

Now you want to live my life, so what's the deal

Niggaz that don't ride 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 life niggaz hear the truth from me

What would you do if you was me (nigga), against all odds



Chorus 2X



Against all odds