Against All Odds Lyrics

The song Against All Odds is performed by 2Pac in the album named The Don Killuminati: The 7 Day Theory in the year 2005 .

One love, one love, one thug
One nation, twenty-one gun salute

I'm hopin' my true motherf**kers 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 thinks he live like me
Talkin' 'bout he left the hospital took five like me

You living fantasies, nigga I reject your deposit
We shook Dre punk a*s, now we out of the closet
Mobb Deep wonder why nigga blowed them 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 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 d**k
Let it be known this is how you made me
Lovin' how I got you niggas crazy

Against all odds, hopin' my thug motherf**kers 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 motherf**kers 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
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 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
f**k the rap game, nigga this M O B
So believe me we enemies

I go against all odds, I'm hopin' my true motherf**kers 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, I'm hopin' my true motherf**kers 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' the 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 runin's 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 motherf**kers 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, I'm hopin' my true motherf**kers 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

One love to my true thug niggas
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 f**k you is, nigga
You touch me I'm at you, I know you motherf**kers 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

2Pac - The Don Killuminati: The 7 Day Theory

Mar 2005

Against All Odds