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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!) and lace this rap A real live tale About a snitch named Hatian Jack Knew he was working for the feds (I knew it!) Same crime different trail Niggas picture what he said (Snitch) And did I mention Promised a payback Till he hits me In due time I knew you bitch niggas was listening The world is mine Set me up Wet me up niggas stuck me up (I'm back, I'm baaack) Heard the guns bust But you tricks never shut me up Touch one of mine On everything I own I'll destroy everything you touch Play the game nigga All out warfare eye for an Eye Last words to a bitch nigga Why you lie? Now you gotta watch your back nigga watch your front Here we come gunshots to deck Now you stuck Fuck the rap game nigga NIgga This M.O.B So believe me We enemies I go against all odds (Trick made niggas, ain't no peers) Puffy getting robbed like a bitch. To hide that fact, He did some shit he shouldn't of did. (You know what) So he ride for that And that nigga that was for with me, Resting dead, Switching sides, Guess his new friends wanted him dead. Probably be murdered for this shit that I said I bring the real. Be a legend breathing or dead. Lord, listen to me. God don't like ugly, It was written. Yo 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 want to live my life. So what's the hustle, Nas. Niggas that don't rhyme right, Seen too many movies. Load him 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? Against All Odds 21 Gun Salute One love to my true thug niggas (Outlaw, Outlaw!) 21 Gun Salute to my niggas that died in the line of duty Represent to the fullest, Being souljas with military minds that played 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, nigga. You touch me, I'm at you. I know you motha fuckas didn't think I forgot. Hell nah I ain't forgot nigga, I just remembered what you told me. Said don't go to war unless my money right. Aight, I got my money right, now I want war.