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 fatigue, 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 ass, 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 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 too Tutt, 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 the dead 
Lord listen to me 
God don't like ugly, It Was Written 
(ey yo Nas) 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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