2Pac – Against All Odds

Against All Odds is an award winning hip hop and rap song delivered by an exceptional American rapper, Tupac Shakur.

This intriguing record which appeared as Track 12 on his top charting album project called “The Don Killuminati: The 7 Day Theory” was officially released on 5 November 1996.

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LYRICS

To my niggas 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…

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

21-gun salute, dressed in fatigues, black jeans and boots

Disappeared in the crowd, all you seen was troops

This little nigga named Nas think he live like me

Talking ’bout he left the hospital, took five like me

You live in fantasies, nigga, I reject your deposit

We shook Dre punk ass, now he out of the closet

Mobb Deep wonder why a nigga blowed ’em 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, let’s be honest, you a punk

Or you will see me with gloves

Remember that shit 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 bitch niggas 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

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’ my true motherfuckers know

This be the realest shit I ever wrote

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, nigga, picture what he said

And did I mention?

Promised to payback, Jimmy Henchman, in due time

I know you bitch niggas is listenin’, the world is mine

Set me up, wet me up, niggas 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, nigga; all out warfare, eye for eye

Last words to a bitch nigga: “Why you lie?”

Now you gotta watch your back, now watch your front

Here we come, gunshots to Tut, now you stuck

Fuck the rap game, nigga, this M.O.B

So believe me, we enemies, I go against all odds

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

I’m hopin’ my true motherfuckers know

This be the realest shit I ever wrote, against all odds

Puffy gettin’ bribed like a bitch, to hide that fact

He did some shit he shouldn’t have did, so we ridin’ for that

And that nigga that was down for me, restin’ dead

Switched sides, guess his new friends wanted him dead

Probably be murdered for the shit 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? Niggas 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 niggas hear the truth from me

What would you do if you was me? Nigga

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

Against all odds, 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, against all odds

21-gun salute, one love to my true thug niggas

(Outlaw! Outlaw! Outlaw!)

21-gun salute to my niggas 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 niggas, stay strong

I ride for you, I rhyme for you, I roll for you, it’s all for you

To all you bitch made niggas, I’m comin’ for you

Against all odds, I don’t care who the fuck you is

You touch me I’m at you

I know you motherfuckers didn’t think I forgot

Hell nah, I ain’t forgot, nigga

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