Against All Odds
(专辑: Makaveli - The Don Killuminati: The 7 Day Theory - 1996)
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… Hoping my true motherfuckers know This be the
realest 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 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 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, let's be honest, you a
punk Or you will see me with gloves Remember that shit you said to Vibe about me being a
thug? And 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 MAC's, 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, you eat a
fat dick Let it be known, this is how you made me Loving how I
got you niggas crazy Against all odds, hoping my thug motherfuckers know This be the
realest shit I
ever wrote Against all odds, up in the
studio, getting blowed To the
truest shit I
ever spoke, against all odds Hoping 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 flashing 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 trials, nigga, picture what he said And did I
mention? Promised to payback, Jimmy Henchman, in due time I
know you bitch niggas 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, 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 hoping my true motherfuckers know This be the
realest shit I
ever wrote Against all odds, up in the
studio, getting blowed To the
truest shit I
ever spoke I'm hoping my true motherfuckers know This be the
realest shit I
ever wrote, against all odds Puffy getting bribed like a
bitch, to hide that fact He did some shit he shouldn't have did, so we riding for that And that nigga that was down for me, resting 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, breathing 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, 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
"hasa", 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 Hoping my true motherfuckers know This be the
realest shit I
ever wrote Against all odds, up in the
studio getting blowed To the
truest shit I
ever spoke Against all odds, hoping my true motherfuckers know This be the
realest shit I
ever wrote Against all odds, up in the
studio getting 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 Representing to the
fullest, being 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 coming 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