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Against All Odds
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21 gun salute
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One love
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One thug
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One nation
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21 Gun salute
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Dressed in fatigues
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Black jeans and boots
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Disappear in the crowd
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All you seen was troops
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This little nigga named Nas
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Think he live like me
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Talk about how he left the hospital
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Took five like me
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You living fanatasies
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I reject your deposit
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We shook dre punk ass
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Now we out of the closet
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Mobb Deep wonder why nigga blowed them out
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Next time grown folks talkin'
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Nigga close your mouth
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Peep me
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I take this war shit deeply
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I see too many real playas fall
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to let you's bitch niggas beat me
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Puffy, lets be honest
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You a punk
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or you would see me with gloves
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Remember that shit you said in vibe
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About me being a Thug
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You can tell the people you roll With
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Whatever you want
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But, You and I know
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Whats going on
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Pay Back
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I knew you bitch niggas from way back
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Witness me strapped with macs
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knew I wouldn't play that
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All you old rappers trying to advance
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Its all over now
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Take it like a man
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Niggas looking like
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Larry holms flabby and sick
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(Lookat De La Soul!)
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Trying to playa hate on my shit
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BIG, eat a fat dick
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Let it be known this is how you made me
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Love it how I got you niggas crazy'
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Chorus
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I hope my true mutha-fuckas know
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This be the realist shit I ever wrote
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against all Odds
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In the studio
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Getting blowed
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This be the truest shit I ever spoke
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Against all Odds
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I heard he was light skined, stocky
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with a Haitian accent
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(Say his name, now)
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Jewelry, fast cars and he's known for flashing
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(whats his name)
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Listen while I take you back
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(Nigga, say his name!)
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and lace this rap
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A real live tale
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About a snitch named Hatian Jack
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Knew he was working for the feds
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(I knew it!)
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Same crime different trail
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Niggas picture what he said
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(Snitch)
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And did I mention
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Promised a payback
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Till he hits me
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In due time
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I knew you bitch niggas was listening
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The world is mine
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Set me up
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Wet me up
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niggas stuck me up
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(I'm back, I'm baaack)
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Heard the guns bust
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But you tricks never shut me up
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Touch one of mine
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On everything I own
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I'll destroy everything you touch
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Play the game nigga
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All out warfare
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eye for an Eye
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Last words to a bitch nigga
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Why you lie?
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Now you gotta watch your back nigga
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watch your front
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Here we come gunshots to deck
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Now you stuck
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Fuck the rap game nigga
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NIgga This M.O.B
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So believe me
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We enemies
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I go against all odds
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(Trick made niggas, ain't no peers)
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Puffy getting robbed like a bitch.
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To hide that fact,
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He did some shit he shouldn't of did.
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(You know what)
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So he ride for that
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And that nigga that was for with me,
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Resting dead,
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Switching sides,
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Guess his new friends wanted him dead.
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Probably be murdered for this shit that I said
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I bring the real.
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Be a legend breathing or dead.
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Lord, listen to me.
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God don't like ugly,
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It was written.
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Yo Nas, your whole damn style is bitten.
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(You sound like Rakim, man)
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You heard my melody,
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Read about my life in the papers.
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All my run ins with authorities(Trick!),
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felonious capers (Punk!)
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Now you want to live my life.
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So what's a hassa, Nas.
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Niggas that don't rhyme right,
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Seen too many movies.
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Load him up against the wall,
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Close his eyes.
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Since you lie, you die. Goodbye!
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Let the real live niggas hear the truth from me.
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What would you do if you was me.
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Against All Odds
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21 Gun Salute
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One love to my true thug niggas
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(Outlaw, Outlaw!)
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21 Gun Salute to my niggas that died in the line of duty
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Represent to the fullest,
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Being souljas with military minds that played the rules of the game.
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21 Gun Salute
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I salute you my niggas.
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Stay strong - I ride for you, I rhyme for you,
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I roll for you, it's all for you.
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To all you bitch made niggas - I'm comin for you
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Against all odds.
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I don't care who the fuck you is, nigga.
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You touch me, I'm at you.
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I know you motha fuckas didn't think I forgot.
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Hell nah I ain't forgot nigga, I just remembered what you told me.
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Said don't go to war unless my money right.
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Aight, I got my money right, now I want war.
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Against All Odds
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