One love, one love, one thug One nation, twenty-one gun salute
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
Twenty-one 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 Talkin bout he left the hospital, took five like me You livin fantasies, nigga I reject yo' deposit We shook Dre punk ass, now we out of the closet Mobb Deep wonder why a nigga blowed them out Next time grown folks talkin nigga close yo' mouth Peep me, I take this war shit deeply Done seen too many real players fall to let these bitch niggas beat me Puffy lets be honest you a punk or you will see me with gloves Remember that shit you said to Vibe about me bein a thug 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 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 lookin like Larry Holmes, 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 Jewelery, fast cars and he's known for flashing (What's his name???) Listen while I take you back (NIGGA SAY HIS NAME!) 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 a 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 own 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 robbed like a bitch, to hide the 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 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" Hey 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 the answer 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
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 *repeat*
Against all odds (Twenty-one gun salute) One love to my true thug niggas (Outlaw! Outlaw! Outlaw!) Twenty-one 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, twenty-one 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, nigga You touch me I'm at you I know you motherfuckers think that I forgot Hell no I ain't forgot nigga I just remember what you told me You said don't go to war unless I got my money behind me Aight, I got my money right here, now I want war
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