Against All Odds

To my niggas that went out in line on 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
 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
 21-gun salute, dressed in fatigues, black jeans and boots
 I just appeared 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 out of the closet
 Mobb Deep wonder why a nigga blowed 'em out
 Next time grown folks talking, 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 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 with whatever you want
 But you and I know what's goin' on
 Payback, I knew you bitch niggas from way back
 Witness me strapped with MAC's, knew I wouldn't play that
 All you old rappers tryin' to advance
 It's all over now, take it like a man
 Niggas lookin' like Larry Holmes (look at De La Soul!)
 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
 Jewelry, fast cars and he's known for flashin'
 Listen while I take you back 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 to 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 love
 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 to Tut, 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' bribed like a bitch, to hide that fact
 He did some shit he shouldn't have did, so we ridin' for that
 And that nigga that was down for me, restin' 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 heard my melody (This nigga sounds like Rakim!)
 Read about my life in the papers
 All my run-ins with authorities, felonious capers
 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
 What would you do if you was me? Nigga
 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
 Against all odds, 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; against all odds
 21-gun salute, one love to my true thug niggas
 (Outlaw! Outlaw! Outlaw!)
 21-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, 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 now, now I want war