Against All Odds (Intro, Chorus 1, Verse 1, Chorus 2, Verse 2, Chorus 3, Verse 3, Chorus 4, & Outro) lyrics

[Intro]
To my n*ggas that went out in line on duty
21-gun salute, one love, one thug, one nation
(Let's get down, let's do this)
21-gun salute (Come on, yeah, let's do this)
21-gun salute (Come on, come on, let's do this)
All the time I be

[Chorus 1]
Hoping my true motherf*ckers know
This be the realest sh*t I ever wrote (Know, against all odds)
Up in the studio, getting blow
To the truest sh*t I ever spoke
21-gun salute

[Verse 1]
Dressed in fatigues, black jeans and boots
I disappeared (Outlaw) in the crowd, all you seen was troops
This lil' n*gga named Nas think he live like me
He's talking 'bout he left the hospital, took five like me
You live in fantasies, n*gga, I reject your deposit
We shook Dre punk ass, now he outta the closet
Mobb Deep wonder why a n*gga blowed 'em out
Next time grown folks talking (Shut the f*ck up), n*gga, close your mouth
Peep me, I take this war sh*t deeply
Don' seen too many real players fall da let these b*tch n*ggas beat me
Puffy, let's be honest (You a sucker-ass n*gga), you a punk or you will see me wit' gloves
Remember that sh*t you said a Vibe about me being a thug?
And you can tell the people you roll wit' whatever you want
But you and I know what's going on (Don't chu?)
Payback, I knew you b*tch n*ggas from way back
Witnessed me strapped with MACs, knew I wouldn't play that
All you old rappers tryna advance
It's all over now, take it like a man (You trick-ass square)
n*ggas looking like Larry Holmes, flabby and sick (Look at De La Soul)
Tryna player-hate on my sh*t, n*gga, eat a fat di*k
Let it be known, this is how you made me
Loving how I got chu n*ggas crazy
(n*gga)
[Chorus 2]
Against all odds, hoping my thug motherf*ckers know
This be the realest sh*t I ever wrote (n*gga)
Against all odds, up in the studio, getting blow
To the truest sh*t I ever spoke
Against all odds, hoping my true motherf*ckers know
This be the realest sh*t I ever wrote

[Verse 2]
I heard he was light-skinned, stocky, with a Haitian accent
Jewelry, fast cars (Say his name), and he's known for flashing (What's his name?)
Listen while I take you back (n*gga, say his name), and lace this rap
A real live tale about a snitch named Haitian Jack
Knew he was working for the Feds (I knew it)
Same crime, different trials, n*gga, picture what he said, and, did I mention?
Promised to payback, Jimmy Henchman, in due time
I know you b*tch n*ggas is listening, the world is mine (The world is mine, trick)
Set me up, wet me up, n*ggas stuck me up (I'm back)
Heard the guns bust, but you tricks never shut me up (I'm back)
Touch one of mine, on everything I own, I will destroy everything you touch
Play the game, n*gga
All-out warfare, eye-for-eye
Last words to a b*tch n*gga, "Why you lie?"
Now you gotta watch your back, now watch your front
Here we come, gunshots to Tut, now you stuck
f*ck the rap game, n*gga, this M.O.B
So, believe me, we enemies, I go against all odds (Trick-made n*ggas, ain't no peace)
[Chorus 3]
I'm hoping my true motherf*ckers know
This be the realest sh*t I ever wrote
Against all odds, up in the studio, getting blow
To the truest sh*t I ever spoke
I'm hoping my true motherf*ckers know
This be the realest sh*t I ever wrote (Y'all know, against all odds)

[Verse 3]
Puffy getting robbed like a b*tch, to hide that fact
He did some sh*t he shouldn't have did (You know what?), so we riding for that
And that n*gga that was down for me, rest the dead
Switched sides, guess his new friends wanted him dead
Prolly be murdered for the sh*t that I said
I bring the real, be a legend, breathing or dead
Lord, listen to me, God don't like ugly, it was written
Ayo, Nas, your whole damn style is bitten (You sound like Rakim, man)
You heard My Melody, read about my life in the papers
All my run-ins with authorities (Trick), felonious capers (Punk)
Now you wanna live my life, so, what's a "chazzer", Nas?
n*ggas that don't rhyme right, you've seen too many movies
Load 'em up against the wall, close his eyes
Since you lie, die, goodbye
Let the real live n*ggas hear the truth from me (Hey)
What would cha do if you was me? (n*gga)
Against all odds
[Chorus 4]
Hoping my true motherf*ckers know
This be the realest sh*t I ever wrote
Against all odds, up in the studio getting blow
To the truest sh*t I ever spoke
Against all odds, hoping my true motherf*ckers know
This be the realest sh*t I ever wrote
Against all odds, up in the studio getting blow
To the truest sh*t I ever spoke: against all odds

[Outro]
21-gun salute, one love to my true thug n*ggas
(Outlaw, Outlaw, Outlaw)
21-gun salute to my n*ggas that die in the line of duty
Representing to the fullest, being soldiers with military minds
That play the rules of the game, 21-gun salute
I salute you, my n*ggas, stay strong
I ride for you, I rhyme for you, I roll for you, it's all for you
To all you b*tch-made n*ggas, I'm coming for you
Against all odds, Ion't care who the f*ck you is
You touch me, I'm at you
I know you motherf*ckers didn't think I forgot
Hell nah, I ain't forgot, n*gga
I just remember what you told me
You said don't go da war unless I got my money right
I got my money right, n*gga, now I want war