2pac Featuring Makaveli Against All Odds Lyrics

Against All Odds Lyrics

Intro:

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

Chorus:

I'm hopin my true mothafuckaz 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

Verse One:

21 gun
salute, dressed in fatigue, black jeans and boots
Dissapeared in the crap,
all you seen was troops
This little nigga named Nas thinks he live like
me
Talkin bout how he left the hospital took five like me
You living
fanatasies, 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 mouths
Peep me, I take this war shit
deeply
I see too many real playas fall to let these bitch niggaz to beat
me
Puffy, lets be honest you a punk
or you gonna see me with
gloves
Remember that shit 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 bitch niggaz 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 looking like, Larry
Holmes flabby and shit
Trying to playa hate on my shit, you eat a fat
dick
Let it be known this is how you made me
Love it how I got you niggaz
goin crazy, against all odds

Chorus 2X

Verse Two:

I heard
he was light skined, 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
Niggas picture what he
said, and did I mention
Promised a payback, Jimmy Henchmen, in due time
I
knew you bitch niggaz was listening, The World is Mine
Set me up, wet me up,
niggaz 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 An Eye
Last words to
a bitch nigga, why you lie?
Now you gotta watch your back nigga, watch your
front
Here we come gunshots to deck, now you stuck
Fuck the rap game
nigga, nigga This M.O.B
So believe me, we enemies, I go, against all
odds

Chorus 2X

Verse Three:

Puffy gettin robbed like a
bitch, to hide that 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 want him dead
Probably be murdered for the
shit 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
Niggaz 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 niggaz hear the truth from me
What would
you do if you was me (nigga), against all odds

Chorus 2X

Against
all odds