Against All Odds

One thug, one thug, one nation.
21-gun salute.

All the time I been hopin' my true mother fuckers know.
This'll be the realist shit I ever wrote, against all odds.
Up in the studio getting blowed to the truest shit I ever spoke.
21-gun salute!

Dressed in fatigues, black jeans and boots.
Disappeared 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 nigger I reject your deposit.
We shook Dre's punk ass, now we out of the closet.
Mobb Deep wonder why a nigga blowed them out.
Next time grown folks talkin' nigga close your mouth.
Peep me, I take this war shit deeply.
Done seen too many real players fall
to let these bitch niggas to beat me.
Puffy, lets be honest, you a punk and you'a 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 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 looking like Larry Holmes flabby and sick,
trying to player hate on my shit, eat a fat dick.
Let it be known this is how you made me.
Love it how I got you niggas crazy.

Against all odds.
Hopin' my thug mother fuckers know.
This'll be the realist shit I ever wrote, against all odds.
Up in the studio getting blowed to the truest shit I ever spoke.
Against all odds. Hopin' my true mother fuckers know.
This'll be the realist shit I ever wrote.

I heard he was light skinned, stocky, with a Hatian accent.
Jewelry, fast cars and he's known for flashing.
Listen while I take you back and lace this rap.
A real live tale about a snitch named Hatian Jack.
Knew he was working for the feds.
Same crime different trial, niggas picture what he said.
And did I mention? Promised a payback, Jimmy Henchmen,
in due time. I know you bitch niggers is listening.
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, of everything on earth.
I will destroy everything you touch. Play the game, nigga.
All out warfare eye for eye.
Last words to a bitch nigger "Why you lie?"
Now you gotta watch your back now watch your front.
Here we come gunshots to duck, now you stuck.
Fuck the rap game nigga, this is M.O.B.
So believe me, we enemies! I go against all odds.

I hope my thug mother fuckers know.
This'll be the realist shit I ever wrote, against all odds.
Up in the studio getting blowed to the truest shit I ever spoke.
Against all odds. Hopin' my true mother fuckers know.
This'll be the realist shit I ever wrote.

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 nigger that was down for me
switch sides, guess his new friends wanted him dead.
Probably be murdered for the shit that I said.
I'll bring the real, be the legend, breathin' or dead.
Lord listen to me God don't like ugly it was written.
Hey Nas, your whole damn style is bit.
You heard my melody, read about my life in the papers.
All my run ins with authorities, felonious capers.
Now you want to live my life so what's the high 
Niggers that don't ride right
You seen too many movies
Load him up against the wall, close his eyes.
Since you lie, you die. Goodbye!
Let the real live niggers hear the truth from me
What would you do if you was me? Nigger!

Hopin' my thug mother fuckers know.
This'll be the realist shit I ever wrote, against all odds.
Up in the studio getting blowed to the truest shit I ever spoke.
Against all odds. Hopin' my true mother fuckers know.
This'll be the realist shit I ever wrote. Against all odds.
Up in the studio getting blowed to the truest shit I ever spoke.
Against all odds.

"One love to my true thug niggers, 2 and 1 gun salute to my
niggers that died in the line of duty. Represent to the
fullest, be a soldier. A military mind that play the rules
of the game. 21-gun salute! I salute you my niggers, stay strong.
I ride for you, I rhyme for you. I roll for you, it's all for you.
To all you bitch made niggers, I'm coming for you. Against all
odds. I don't care who the fuck it is, nigger. You touch me I'm
at you. I know you nother fuckers didn't think I forgot. Hell no
I ain't forgot, nigger! I just remembered what you told me. You
said don't go to war unless I got my money right. I got my money
right nigger, now I want war..."


Transcription 1996 by Jim Moore for Relativity Labs.
Written by Makaveli.
1996 Death Row/Interscope Records. All Rights Reserved.
Used without permisson.