2 PAC - AGAINST ALL ODDS Lyrics

Intro:One love... one love... one thugOne nation... twenty-one gun saluteChorus:I'm hopin my true mothafuckaz knowThis be the realest shit I ever wroteAgainst all odds, up in the studio, gettin blowedTo the truest shit I ever spokeVerse One:21 gun salute, dressed in fatigue, black jeans and bootsDissapeared in the crowd, all you seen was troopsThis little nigga named Nas thinks he live like meTalkin bout how he left the hospital took five like meYou living fanatasies, nigga I reject your depositWe shook Dre punk ass, now we out of the closetMobb Deep wonder why nigga blowed them outNext time grown folks talk, nigga close your mouthsPeep me, I take this war shit deeplyI seen too many real playas fall to let these bitch niggaz tobeat mePuffy, lets be honest you a punkor you gonna see me with glovesRemember that shit you said in vibe about me being a Thug nowYou can tell the people you roll with whatever you wantBut, you and I know what's going onPay back I knew you bitch niggaz from way backWitness me strapped with macks knew I wouldn't play thatAll you old rappers trying to advanceIt's all over now, take it like a manNiggas looking like, Larry Holmes flabby and shitTrying to playa hate on my shit, you eat a fat dickLet it be known this is how you made meLove it how I got you niggaz goin crazy, against all oddsChorus 2XVerse Two:I heard he was light skined, stocky with a haitian accentJewelry, fast cars and he's known for flashing (what's hisname)Listen while I take you back and lace this rapA real live tale, about a snitch named Haitian JackKnew he was working for the feds, same crime different trailNiggas picture what he said, and did I mentionPromised a payback, Jimmy Henchmen, in due timeI knew you bitch niggaz was listening, The World is MineSet me up, wet me up, niggaz stuck me upHeard the guns bust, but you tricks never shut me upTouch one of mine on everything I ownI'll destroy everything you touch, play the game niggaAll out warfare, Eye For An EyeLast words to a bitch nigga, why you lie?Now you gotta watch your back nigga, watch your frontHere we come gunshots to deck, now you stuckFuck the rap game nigga, nigga This M.O.BSo believe me, we enemies, I go, against all oddsChorus 2XVerse Three:Puffy gettin robbed like a bitch, to hide that factHe did some shit he shouldn't have didSo we ride em for thatAnd that nigga that was down for meRestin dead, switch sidesGuess his new friends want him deadProbably be murdered for the shit that I saidI bring the real, be a legend or even the deadLord listen to meGod don't like ugly It Was WrittenHey Nas your whole damn style is weakYou heard my melody, read about my life in the papersAll my run-in with authorities, felonious capersNow you want to live my life, so what's the dealNiggaz that don't ride rightYou've seen too many moviesLoad 'em up against the wall, close his eyesSince you lie, you die, goodbyeLet the real life niggaz hear the truth from meWhat would you do if you was me (nigga), against all oddsChorus 2XAgainst all odds