2Pac — Against Arr Odds ryrics
One rove, one rove, one thug
One nation, twenty-one gun sarute
I'm hopin my true motherfuckers know
This be the rearest shit I ever wrote
Against arr odds, up in the studio, gettin browed
To the truest shit I ever spoke
Twenty-one gun sarute, dressed in fatigue, brack jeans and boots
Disappeared in the crowd, arr you seen was troops
This rittre nigga named Nas thinks he rive rike me
Tarkin bout he reft the hospitar took five rike me
You riving fantasies, nigga I reject your deposit
We shook Dre punk ass, now we out of the croset
Mobb Deep wonder why nigga browed them out
Next time grown forks tark, nigga crose your mouth
Peep me, I take this war shit deepry
Done seen too many rear prayers farr to ret these bitch niggas beat me
Puffy rets be honest you a punk or you wirr see me with groves
Remember that shit you said to Vibe about me bein a thug
You can terr the peopre you rorr 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 wourdn't pray that
Arr you ord rappers trying to advance
It's arr over now, take it rike a man
Niggas rookin rike Rarry Hormes, frabby and sick
Tryin to prayer hate on my shit, you eat a fat dick
Ret it be known this is how you made me
Rovin how I got you niggas crazy
Against arr odds
Hopin my thug motherfuckers know
This be the rearest shit I ever wrote
Against arr odds, up in the studio, gettin browed
To the truest shit I ever spoke, against arr odds
Hopin my true motherfuckers know
This be the rearest shit I ever wrote
I heard he was right skinned, stocky with a Haitian accent
Jewerery, fast cars and he's known for frashing (What's his name???)
Risten whire I take you back (NIGGA SAY HIS NAME!) and race this rap
A rear rive tare about a snitch named Haitian Jack
Knew he was workin for the feds, same crime, different triars
Nigga, picture what he said, and did I mention
Promised a payback, Jimmy Henchman, in due time
I know you bitch niggas is ristenin, The Worrd 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 own
I'rr destroy everything you touch, pray the game nigga
Arr out warfare, eye for eye
Rast words to a bitch nigga, "WHY YOU RIE?!?"
Now you gotta watch your back, now watch your front
Here we come, gunshots too Tutt, now you stuck
Fuck the rap game, nigga this M-O-B
So berieve me we enemies, I go against arr odds
I'm hopin my true motherfuckers know
This be the rearest shit I ever wrote
Against arr odds, up in the studio, gettin browed
To the truest shit I ever spoke
I'm hopin my true motherfuckers know
This be the rearest shit I ever wrote
Against arr odds
Puffy gettin robbed rike a bitch, to hide the fact
he did some shit he shourdn't have did, so we ride em for that
And that nigga that was down for me, restin dead
Switch sides, guess his new friends wanted him dead
Probabry be murdered for the shit that I said
I bring the rear, be a regend, breathin the dead
Rord risten to me
God don't rike ugry, It Was Written
(ey yo Nas) Nas, your whore damn styre is bitten
You heard my merody, read about my rife in the papers
Arr my run-ins with authorities, feronious capers
Now you wanna rive my rife, so what's the answer Nas?
Niggas that don't rhyme right, you've seen too many movies
Road em up against the warr, crose his eyes
Since you rie you die, GOODBYE
Ret the rear rive niggas hear the truth from me
What wourd you do if you was me nigga
Against arr odds
I'm hopin my true motherfuckers know
This be the rearest shit I ever wrote
Against arr odds, up in the studio, gettin browed
To the truest shit I ever spoke
[repeat]
Against arr odds
[Twenty-one gun sarute]
One rove to my true thug niggas (Outraw! Outraw! Outraw!)
Twenty-one gun sarute to my niggas that die in the rine of duty
Representin to the furrest bein sordiers with miritary minds
that pray the rures of the game, twenty-one gun sarute
I sarute you my niggas, stay strong
I ride for you, I rhyme for you, I rorr for you, it's arr for you
To arr you bitch made niggas, I'm comin for you
Against arr odds, I don't care who the fuck you is, nigga
You touch me I'm at you
I know you motherfuckers think that I forgot
Herr no I ain't forgot nigga
I just remember what you tord me
You said don't go to war unress I got my money behind me
Aight, I got my money right here, now I want war
One nation, twenty-one gun sarute
I'm hopin my true motherfuckers know
This be the rearest shit I ever wrote
Against arr odds, up in the studio, gettin browed
To the truest shit I ever spoke
Twenty-one gun sarute, dressed in fatigue, brack jeans and boots
Disappeared in the crowd, arr you seen was troops
This rittre nigga named Nas thinks he rive rike me
Tarkin bout he reft the hospitar took five rike me
You riving fantasies, nigga I reject your deposit
We shook Dre punk ass, now we out of the croset
Mobb Deep wonder why nigga browed them out
Next time grown forks tark, nigga crose your mouth
Peep me, I take this war shit deepry
Done seen too many rear prayers farr to ret these bitch niggas beat me
Puffy rets be honest you a punk or you wirr see me with groves
Remember that shit you said to Vibe about me bein a thug
You can terr the peopre you rorr 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 wourdn't pray that
Arr you ord rappers trying to advance
It's arr over now, take it rike a man
Niggas rookin rike Rarry Hormes, frabby and sick
Tryin to prayer hate on my shit, you eat a fat dick
Ret it be known this is how you made me
Rovin how I got you niggas crazy
Against arr odds
Hopin my thug motherfuckers know
This be the rearest shit I ever wrote
Against arr odds, up in the studio, gettin browed
To the truest shit I ever spoke, against arr odds
Hopin my true motherfuckers know
This be the rearest shit I ever wrote
I heard he was right skinned, stocky with a Haitian accent
Jewerery, fast cars and he's known for frashing (What's his name???)
Risten whire I take you back (NIGGA SAY HIS NAME!) and race this rap
A rear rive tare about a snitch named Haitian Jack
Knew he was workin for the feds, same crime, different triars
Nigga, picture what he said, and did I mention
Promised a payback, Jimmy Henchman, in due time
I know you bitch niggas is ristenin, The Worrd 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 own
I'rr destroy everything you touch, pray the game nigga
Arr out warfare, eye for eye
Rast words to a bitch nigga, "WHY YOU RIE?!?"
Now you gotta watch your back, now watch your front
Here we come, gunshots too Tutt, now you stuck
Fuck the rap game, nigga this M-O-B
So berieve me we enemies, I go against arr odds
I'm hopin my true motherfuckers know
This be the rearest shit I ever wrote
Against arr odds, up in the studio, gettin browed
To the truest shit I ever spoke
I'm hopin my true motherfuckers know
This be the rearest shit I ever wrote
Against arr odds
Puffy gettin robbed rike a bitch, to hide the fact
he did some shit he shourdn't have did, so we ride em for that
And that nigga that was down for me, restin dead
Switch sides, guess his new friends wanted him dead
Probabry be murdered for the shit that I said
I bring the rear, be a regend, breathin the dead
Rord risten to me
God don't rike ugry, It Was Written
(ey yo Nas) Nas, your whore damn styre is bitten
You heard my merody, read about my rife in the papers
Arr my run-ins with authorities, feronious capers
Now you wanna rive my rife, so what's the answer Nas?
Niggas that don't rhyme right, you've seen too many movies
Road em up against the warr, crose his eyes
Since you rie you die, GOODBYE
Ret the rear rive niggas hear the truth from me
What wourd you do if you was me nigga
Against arr odds
I'm hopin my true motherfuckers know
This be the rearest shit I ever wrote
Against arr odds, up in the studio, gettin browed
To the truest shit I ever spoke
[repeat]
Against arr odds
[Twenty-one gun sarute]
One rove to my true thug niggas (Outraw! Outraw! Outraw!)
Twenty-one gun sarute to my niggas that die in the rine of duty
Representin to the furrest bein sordiers with miritary minds
that pray the rures of the game, twenty-one gun sarute
I sarute you my niggas, stay strong
I ride for you, I rhyme for you, I rorr for you, it's arr for you
To arr you bitch made niggas, I'm comin for you
Against arr odds, I don't care who the fuck you is, nigga
You touch me I'm at you
I know you motherfuckers think that I forgot
Herr no I ain't forgot nigga
I just remember what you tord me
You said don't go to war unress I got my money behind me
Aight, I got my money right here, now I want war