2Pac Against All Odds Lyrics

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

I'm hoping my true ************s know
This be the realest **** I ever wrote
Against all odds, up in the studio, getting blowed
To the truest **** I ever spoke

21 gun salute, dressed in fatigue, black jeans and boots
Disappeared in the crap, all you seen was troops
This little ***** named Nas thinks he live like me
Talking bout how he left the hospital took five like me
You living fantasies, ***** I reject your deposit
We shook Dre punk ***, now we out of the closet
Mobb Deep wonder why ***** blowed them out
Next time grown folks talk, ***** close your mouths
Peep me, I take this war **** deeply
I see too many real playas fall to let these ***** *****s to beat me
Puffy, lets be honest you a punk
Or you gonna see me with gloves
Remember that **** you said in vibe about me being a Thug
You can tell the people you roll with whatever you want
But, you and I know what's going on
Pay back I knew you ***** *****s 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
*****s looking like, Larry Holmes flabby and ****
Trying to player hate on my ****, you eat a fat ****
Let it be known this is how you made me
Love it how I got you *****s going crazy, against all odds

[Chorus: x2]

I heard he was light skinned, stocky with a Haitian accent
Jewelry, fast cars and he's known for flashing (what's his name)
Listen while I take you back and lace this rap
A real live tale, about a snitch named Haitian Jack
Knew he was working for the feds, same crime different trail
*****s picture what he said, and did I mention
Promised a payback, Jimmy Henchmen, in due time
I knew you ***** *****s was listening, The World is Mine
Set me up, wet me up, *****s 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 *****
All out warfare, Eye For An Eye
Last words to a ***** *****, why you lie?
Now you gotta watch your back *****, watch your front
Here we come gunshots to deck, now you stuck
**** the rap game *****, ***** This M.O.B
So believe me, we enemies, I go, against all odds

[Chorus: x2]

Puffy getting robbed like a *****, to hide that fact
He did some **** he shouldn't have did
So we ride em for that
And that ***** that was down for me
Resting dead, switch sides
Guess his new friends want him dead
Probably be murdered for the **** that I said
I bring the real, be a legend or even the dead
Lord listen to me
God don't like ugly It Was Written
Hey Nas your whole damn style is weak
You heard my melody, read about my life in the papers
All my run-in with authorities, felonious capers
Now you want to live my life, so what's the deal
*****s that don't ride 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 life *****s hear the truth from me
What would you do if you was me (*****), against all odds

[Chorus: x2]

Against all odds

Written by: Tupac Amaru Shakur, Frazier O. Iii Thompson, Quincy Wheatherstone, Ron Browser, Lamont Coleman
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group

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