| One love, one love, one thug
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| One nation, twenty-one gun salute
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| I’m hopin my true motherfuckers know
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| This be the realest shit I ever wrote
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| Against all odds, up in the studio, gettin blowed
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| To the truest shit I ever spoke
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| Twenty-one gun salute, dressed in fatigue, black jeans and boots
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| Disappeared in the crowd, all you seen was troops
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| 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
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| We shook Dre punk ass, now we out of the closet
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| Mobb Deep wonder why nigga blowed them out
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| Next time grown folks talk, nigga close your mouth
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| Peep me, I take this war shit deeply
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| 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
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| Remember that shit you said to Vibe about me bein a thug
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| You can tell the people you roll with whatever you want
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| But you and I know what’s going on Payback, I knew you bitch niggas from way back
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| Witness me strapped with Macs, knew I wouldn’t play that
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| All you old rappers trying to advance
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| It’s all over now, take it like a man
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| Niggas lookin like Larry Holmes, flabby and sick
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| Tryin to player hate on my shit, you eat a fat dick
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| Let it be known this is how you made me Lovin how I got you niggas crazy
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| Against all odds
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| Hopin my thug motherfuckers know
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| This be the realest shit I ever wrote
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| Against all odds, up in the studio, gettin blowed
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| To the truest shit I ever spoke, against all odds
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| Hopin my true motherfuckers know
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| This be the realest shit I ever wrote
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| I heard he was light skinned, stocky with a Haitian accent
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| Jewelery, fast cars and he’s known for flashing (What's his name???)
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| Listen while I take you back (NIGGA SAY HIS NAME!) and lace this rap
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| A real live tale about a snitch named Haitian Jack
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| Knew he was workin for the feds, same crime, different trials
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| Nigga, picture what he said, and did I mention
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| Promised a payback, Jimmy Henchman, in due time
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| I know you bitch niggas is listenin, The World Is Mine
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| 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
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| I’ll destroy everything you touch, play the game nigga
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| All out warfare, eye for eye
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| Last words to a bitch nigga, WHY YOU LIE?!?
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| Now you gotta watch your back, now watch your front
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| Here we come, gunshots to Tut, now you stuck
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| Fuck the rap game, nigga this M-O-B
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| So believe me we enemies, I go against all odds
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| I’m hopin my true motherfuckers know
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| This be the realest shit I ever wrote
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| Against all odds, up in the studio, gettin blowed
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| To the truest shit I ever spoke
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| I’m hopin my true motherfuckers know
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| This be the realest shit I ever wrote
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| Against all odds
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| Puffy gettin robbed like a bitch, to hide the fact
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| he did some shit he shouldn’t have did, so we ride em for that
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| And that nigga that was down for me, restin dead
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| Switch sides, guess his new friends wanted him dead
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| Probably be murdered for the shit that I said
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| I bring the real, be a legend, breathin the dead
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| Lord listen to me God don’t like ugly, It Was Written
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| Hey Nas, your whole damn style is bitten
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| You heard my melody, read about my life in the papers
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| All my run-ins with authorities, felonious capers
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| Now you wanna live my life, so what’s the answer Nas?
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| Niggas that don’t rhyme right, you’ve seen too many movies
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| Load em up against the wall, close his eyes
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| Since you lie you die, GOODBYE
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| Let the real live niggas hear the truth from me What would you do if you was me nigga
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| Against all odds
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| I’m hopin my true motherfuckers know
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| This be the realest shit I ever wrote
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| Against all odds, up in the studio, gettin blowed
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| To the truest shit I ever spoke
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| Against all odds
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| (Twenty-one gun salute)
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| One love to my true thug niggas (Outlaw! Outlaw! Outlaw!)
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| Twenty-one gun salute to my niggas that die in the line of duty
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| Representin to the fullest bein soldiers with military minds
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| that play the rules of the game, twenty-one gun salute
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| I salute you my niggas, stay strong
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| I ride for you, I rhyme for you, I roll for you, it’s all for you
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| To all you bitch made niggas, I’m comin for you
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| Against all odds, I don’t care who the fuck you is, nigga
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| You touch me I’m at you
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| I know you motherfuckers think that I forgot
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| Hell no I ain’t forgot nigga
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| 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 |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Against All Odds , by - Makaveli. Song from the album The Don Killuminati: The 7 Day Theory, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп