Tyrone Wrice - Against All Odds lyrics

[Intro] To my n***as 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… [Hook] Hopin' my true motherf**ers know This be the realest sh** I ever wrote Against all odds, up in the studio gettin' blowed To the truest sh** I ever spoke [Verse 1] 21-gun salute, dressed in fatigues, black jeans and boots Disappeared in the crowd, all you seen was troops This little n***a named Nas think he live like me Talking 'bout he left the hospital, took five like me You live in fantasies, n***a, I reject your deposit We shook Dre punk a**, now he out of the closet Mobb Deep wonder why a n***a blowed 'em out Next time grown folks talk, n***a, close your mouth! Peep me, I take this war sh** deeply Done seen too many real players fall To let these b**h n***as beat me Puffy, let's be honest, you a punk Or you will see me with gloves Remember that sh** you said to Vibe about me being a thug? And you can tell the people you roll with whatever you want But you and I know what's goin' on Payback, I knew you b**h n***as from way back Witness me strapped with MAC's, knew I wouldn't play that All you old rappers tryin' to advance It's all over now, take it like a man n***as lookin' like Larry Holmes, flabby and sick Tryin' to player hate on my sh**, you eat a fat dick Let it be known, this is how you made me Lovin' how I got you n***as crazy [Hook] Against all odds, hopin' my thug motherf**ers know This be the realest sh** I ever wrote Against all odds, up in the studio, gettin' blowed To the truest sh** I ever spoke, against all odds Hopin' my true motherf**ers know This be the realest sh** I ever wrote [Verse 2] I heard he was light skinned, stocky, with a Haitian accent Jewelry, fast cars and he's known for flashin' Listen while I take you back and lace this rap A real live tale about a snitch named Haitian Jack Knew he was workin' for the feds Same crime, different trials, n***a, picture what he said And did I mention? Promised to payback, Jimmy Henchman, in due time I know you b**h n***as is listenin', the world is mine Set me up, wet me up, n***as stuck me up Heard the guns bust, but you tricks never shut me up Touch one of mine, on everything I love I'll destroy everything you touch Play the game, n***a; all out warfare, eye for eye Last words to a b**h n***a: "Why you lie?" Now you gotta watch your back, now watch your front Here we come, gunshots to Tut, now you stuck f** the rap game, n***a, this M.O.B So believe me, we enemies, I go against all odds [Hook] I'm hopin' my true motherf**ers know This be the realest sh** I ever wrote Against all odds, up in the studio, gettin' blowed To the truest sh** I ever spoke I'm hopin' my true motherf**ers know This be the realest sh** I ever wrote, against all odds [Verse 3] Puffy gettin' bribed like a b**h, to hide that fact He did some sh** he shouldn't have did, so we ridin' for that And that n***a that was down for me, restin' dead Switched sides, guess his new friends wanted him dead Probably be murdered for the sh** that I said I bring the real, be a legend, breathin' or dead Lord, listen to me, God don't like ugly, it was written Ayo, Nas, your whole damn style is bitten You heard my melody, read about my life in the papers All my run-ins with authorities, felonious capers Now you wanna live my life So what's a "hasa", Nas? n***as that don't rhyme 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 live n***as hear the truth from me What would you do if you was me? n***a [Hook] Hopin' my true motherf**ers know This be the realest sh** I ever wrote Against all odds, up in the studio gettin' blowed To the truest sh** I ever spoke Against all odds, hopin' my true motherf**ers know This be the realest sh** I ever wrote Against all odds, up in the studio gettin' blowed To the truest sh** I ever spoke, against all odds [Outro] 21-gun salute, one love to my true thug n***as (Outlaw! Outlaw! Outlaw!) 21-gun salute to my n***as that die in the line of duty Representin' to the fullest, being soldiers with military minds That play the rules of the game, 21-gun salute I salute you, my n***as, stay strong I ride for you, I rhyme for you, I roll for you, it's all for you To all you b**h made n***as, I'm comin' for you Against all odds, I don't care who the f** you is You touch me I'm at you I know you motherf**ers didn't think I forgot Hell nah, I ain't forgot, n***a I just remember what you told me You said don't go to war unless I got my money right I got my money right now, now I want war