Video y letra de Against All Odds de Tupac

Against All Odds es una melodia bastante bella. Es, asimismo, una creacion de Tupac. Es una de las favoritas de los fans de Tupac.

The Don Killuminati: The 7 Day Theory, CD donde vino la cancion, recibio millones de ventas. Gracias a YouTube por el video, por cierto. El video que ven arriba, fue cortesia de you tube.

One love, one love, one thug
One nation, twenty-one gun salute

I am hopi n my true motherfuckers know
Thi s be the realest shit I ever wrote
Agai nst all odds, up i n the studio, getti n blowed
To the truest shit I ever spoke

Twenty-one gun salute, dressed i n fatigue, black jeans a nd boots
Di sappeared i n the crowd, all you seen was troops
Thi s little nigga named Nas thi nks he live l ike me
Talki n bout he left the hospital t ook five l ike me
You livi ng fantasies, nigga 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 talk, nigga close your mouth
Peep me, I take thi s war shit deeply
Done seen t oo many real players fall t o let these bitch niggas beat me
Puffy lets be honest you a punk o r you will see me with gloves
Remember that shit you said t o Vibe about me bei n a thug
You can tell the people you roll with whatever you want
But you a nd I know what's goi ng on
Payback, I knew you bitch niggas from way back
Witness me strapped with Macs, knew I wouldn't play that
All you old rappers tryi ng t o advance
It's all over now, take it l ike a man
Niggas looki n l ike Larry Holmes, flabby a nd sick
Tryi n t o player hate on my shit, you eat a fat dick
Let it be known thi s i s how you made me
Lovi n how I got you niggas crazy

Agai nst all odds
Hopi n my thug motherfuckers know
Thi s be the realest shit I ever wrote
Agai nst all odds, up i n the studio, getti n blowed
To the truest shit I ever spoke, agai nst all odds
Hopi n my true motherfuckers know
Thi s be the realest shit I ever wrote

I heard he was light ski nned, st ocky with a Haitian accent
Jewelery, fast cars a nd he's known fo r flashi ng (What's hi s name???)
Li sten while I take you back (NIGGA SAY HIS NAME!) a nd lace thi s rap
A real live tale about a snitch named Haitian Jack
Knew he was wo rki n fo r the feds, same crime, di fferent trials
Nigga, picture what he said, a nd did I mention
Promi sed a payback, Jimmy Henchman, i n due time
I know you bitch niggas i s li steni n, The Wo rld I s Mi ne
Set me up, wet me up, niggas stuck me up
Heard the guns bust but you tricks never shut me up
Touch one of mi ne on everythi ng I own
I'll destroy everythi ng you t ouch, play the game nigga
All out warfare, eye fo r eye
Last wo rds t o a bitch nigga, "WHY YOU LIE?!?"
Now you gotta watch your back, now watch your front
Here we come, gunshots t o Tut, now you stuck
Fuck the rap game, nigga thi s M-O-B
So believe me we enemies, I go agai nst all odds

I am hopi n my true motherfuckers know
Thi s be the realest shit I ever wrote
Agai nst all odds, up i n the studio, getti n blowed
To the truest shit I ever spoke
I am hopi n my true motherfuckers know
Thi s be the realest shit I ever wrote
Agai nst all odds

Puffy getti n robbed l ike a bitch, t o hide the fact
he did some shit he shouldn't have did, so we ride em fo r that
A nd that nigga that was down fo r me, resti n dead
Switch sides, guess hi s new friends wanted him dead
Probably be murdered fo r the shit that I said
I bri ng the real, be a legend, breathi n the dead
Lo rd li sten t o me
God don't l ike ugly, "It Was Written"
Hey Nas, your whole damn style i s bitten
You heard my melody, read about my li fe i n the papers
All my run-i ns with autho rities, felonious capers
Now you wanna live my li fe, so what's the answer Nas?
Niggas that don't rhyme right, you've seen t oo many movies
Load em up agai nst the wall, close hi s eyes
Si nce you lie you die, GOODBYE
Let the real live niggas hear the truth from me
What would you do i f you was me nigga

Agai nst all odds
I am hopi n my true motherfuckers know
Thi s be the realest shit I ever wrote
Agai nst all odds, up i n the studio, getti n blowed
To the truest shit I ever spoke
*repeat*

Agai nst all odds
(Twenty-one gun salute)
One love t o my true thug niggas (Outlaw! Outlaw! Outlaw!)
Twenty-one gun salute t o my niggas that die i n the li ne of duty
Representi n t o the fullest bei n soldiers with military mi nds
that play the rules of the game, twenty-one gun salute
I salute you my niggas, stay strong
I ride fo r you, I rhyme fo r you, I roll fo r you, it's all fo r you
To all you bitch made niggas, I am comi n fo r you
Agai nst all odds, I don't care who the fuck you i s, nigga
You t ouch me I am at you
I know you motherfuckers thi nk that I fo rgot
Hell no I ai n't fo rgot nigga
I just remember what you t old me
You said don't go t o war unless I got my money behi nd me
Aight, I got my money right here, now I want war

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