21 gun salute
One love
One thug
One nation
21 Gun salute
Dressed in fatigues
Black jeans and boots
Disappear in the crowd
All you seen was troops
This little nigga named Nas
Think he live like me
Talk about how he left the hospital
Took five like me
You living fanatasies
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 talkin'
Nigga close your mouth
Peep me
I take this war shit deeply
I see too many real playas fall
to let you's bitch niggas beat me
Puffy, lets be honest
You a punk
or you would see me with gloves
Remember that shit you said in vibe
About me being a Thug
You can tell the people you roll With
Whatever you want
But, You and I know
Whats going on
Pay Back
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
Its all over now
Take it like a man
Niggas looking like
Larry holms flabby and sick
(Lookat De La Soul!)
Trying to playa hate on my shit
BIG, eat a fat dick
Let it be known this is how you made me
Love it how I got you niggas crazy'
Chorus
I hope my true mutha-fuckas know
This be the realist shit I ever wrote
against all Odds
In the studio
Getting blowed
This be the truest shit I ever spoke
Against all Odds
I heard he was light skined, stocky
with a Haitian accent
(Say his name, now)
Jewelry, fast cars and he's known for flashing
(whats his name)
Listen while I take you back
(Nigga, say his name!)
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