Against All Odds Lyrics

Against All Odds lyrics

[Baby Sham] 

 Aiyyo, balls your pencils 

 As hollow tips get in you 

 Bots cutting to slice your face you 

 Rhymes is natural 

 Hold two lives and four wives 

 Up in the crack capsule 

 Flipmode cruddy styles has been past you 

 Rush pass 

 You couldn't touch cash 

 If it was under your nose 

 Like a mustache 

 Nigga 

 What ass 

 Show your whole cheek 

 Slugs with no heat 

 Diamonds that don't break 

 You thugs is so sweet 

 

 [Rampage] 

 I float so much I get seasick 

 Flipmode is the Squad who I beez with 

 Who I get plucks with 

 And push German V's with 

 Rampage I'm psychic I can see shit 

 To the next millenium 

 You not gon be shit 

 Scratch your name off the list 

 Cut your wrist 

 You know the issue 

 I'm official 

 When you die none of your niggas is really gon miss you 

 

 Chorus: 

 FLIPMODE SQUAD 

 Here to drop bombs 

 AGAINST ALL ODDS 

 Still remain gods 

 GRIP YOUR ARM 

 We always come hard 

 THE WORLD IS OURS 

 Call a National Guard 

 

 [Rah Digga] 

 Here we go 

 Any bitch that rhyme wanna flex she ass 

 I'm stomping all things like I'm plexi-glass 

 Niggas make way like when they hear sirens 

 Treat you like park and too close to fire hydrants 

 All up in the board 

 Kicking back long islands 

 Get your wig split first solid defiance 

 Rah Earth and sun in this Imperial alliance 

 You do the science 

 

 [Spliff Star] 

 I'm getting money shitting, turn intruders into vixens 

 Fall off beeper uh-uh niggas stay getting 

 Dirty nigga for life 

 That's how Spliff's living 

 Throwing niggas in caskets 

 Tired of a yellow ribbons 

 I buck my duck if you touch my one 

 Rather Jamaican than belly boy make you people for fun 

 Fat Man's Son, street educated 

 The colonel of ghetto jurors, still thug related 

 

 Chorus 

 

 [Lord Have Mercy] 

 We enemies of three strike felony laws 

 Gorilla dicking K-Y jelly for whores 

 Lapdances trap grands without laws 

 My baby moms, three eighty for your arms 

 That bust with loud force 

 The ghetto with us 

 That bang Makaveli in trucks 

 That whatever the fuck to give a cheddar in chunks 

 Who gazey chase 

 Fake thugs with lazy aid 

 Track marks 

 Rap stars 

 And a rain of aids 

 

 [Busta Rhymes] 

 Yo, what you want from us 

 Now visualize more of us 

 Stay toting under my given flavor from Nauticas 

 Destroy every arch rival or any challenger 

 Make you remember this day 

 Nigga mark it on your calendar 

 I'm showing you something 

 You ain't saying nothing 

 My niggas make noise 

 Like a bunch of volcanoes erupting 

 None of y'all niggas really wanna war 

 The type of nigga to crash my plane in your building 

 In the name of the law 

 

 Chorus