Lyrics

[Intro] To my niggas that went out in the line of 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 [Chorus] Hopin' my true motherfuckers know This be the realest shit I ever wrote (Know) (Against all odds) Up in the studio gettin' blow To the truest shit I ever spoke [Verse 1] 21-gun salute, dressed in fatigues, black jeans, and boots I just appeared (Outlaw!) 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 outta the closet Mobb Deep wonder why a nigga blowed 'em out Next time grown folks talkin' (Shut the fuck up) – 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 (You a sucker-ass nigga) Or you will see me with gloves Remember that shit you said to Vibe about me bein' a thug? And you can tell the people you roll wit' whatever you want But you and I know what's goin' on (Don't you?) Payback, I knew you bitch niggas from way back Witnessed me strapped with MACs, knew I wouldn't play that All you old rappers tryna advance It's all over now, take it like a man (You trick-ass square!) Niggas lookin' like Larry Holmes, flabby and sick (Look at De La Soul!) Tryna player-hate on my shit, nigga, eat a fat dick Let it be known, this is how you made me Lovin' how I got you niggas crazy (Nigga!) [Chorus] Against all odds, hopin' my thug motherfuckers know This be the realest shit I ever wrote (Nigga!) Against all odds, up in the studio, gettin' blow To the truest shit I ever spoke Against all odds, hopin' my true motherfuckers know This be the realest shit I ever wrote [Verse 2] I heard he was light-skinned, stocky, with a Haitian accent Jewelry, fast cars (Say his name though) and he's known for flashin' (What's his name?) Listen while I take you back (Nigga, say his name!) And lace this rap A real live tale about a snitch named Haitian Jack Knew he was workin' for the Feds (I knew it!) 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 (Mine! Trick) Set me up, wet me up, niggas stuck me up (I'm baaaack) Heard the guns bust, but you tricks never shut me up (I'm baaaack) Touch one of mine, on everything I own, I will 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 (Trick-made niggas, ain't no peace!) [Chorus] I'm hopin' my true motherfuckers know This be the realest shit I ever wrote Against all odds, up in the studio, gettin' blow To the truest shit I ever spoke Against all odds, hopin' my true motherfuckers know This be the realest shit I ever wrote (Y'all all know!) (Against all odds) [Verse 3] Puffy gettin' robbed like a bitch To hide that fact – he did some shit he shouldn't have did (You know what) So we ridin' for that And that nigga that was down for me, rest the 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 sound like Rakim, man) You heard "My Melody," read about my life in the papers All my run-ins with authorities, (Trick!) felonious capers (Punk!) Now you wanna live my life So what's a "chazzer," 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 (Hey) What would you do if you was me? (Nigga!) Against all odds [Chorus] Hopin' my true motherfuckers know This be the realest shit I ever wrote Against all odds, up in the studio gettin' blow 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' blow To the truest shit I ever spoke; against all odds [Outro] (21-gun salute) One love to my true thug niggas (Outlaw! Outlaw! Outlaw!) 21-gun salute to my niggas that died in the lines of duty Representin' to the fullest, bein' 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, nigga, now I want war