2Pac – Against All Odds
One love, one love, one thug One nation, twenty-one gun salute I’m hopin my true motherfuckers 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 Twenty-one gun salute, dressed in fatigue, black jeans and boots Disappeared in the crowd, all you seen was troops This little nigga named Nas thinks he live like me Talkin bout he left the hospital took five like me You living fantasies, 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 mouth Peep me, I take this war shit deeply Done seen too many real players fall to let these bitch niggas beat me Puffy lets be honest you a punk or you will see me with gloves Remember that shit you said to Vibe about me bein a thug You can tell the people you roll with whatever you want But you and I know what’s going on Payback, I knew you bitch niggas 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 lookin like Larry Holmes, flabby and sick Tryin to player hate on my shit, you eat a fat dick Let it be known this is how you made me Lovin how I got you niggas crazy Against all odds Hopin my thug motherfuckers 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, against all odds Hopin …