One Love
One Love
One Thug
One Nation
21 Gun Salute

Chorus

I'm hope'n my true mutha-fuckas know
This B the realist shit I ever wrote
against all Odds
Up In the studio
Getting blowed
2 the truest shit I ever spoke

21 Gun Salute

Dressed In Fatigue
Black Jeans and Boots
Dissapeared in the Crap
All U seen was troops
This Little Nigga Named NAS
Thinks he live like me
Talkn' bout how he left the hospital
Took five like me
You living fanatasies
Nagga' 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 mouths
Peep me
I take this war shit deeply
I see too many real playas fall
to let these bitch niggas to beat me
Puffy, lets be honest
You a punk
or you gonna 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
Trying to playa hate on my shit
U eat a fat dick
Let it be known this is how you made me
Love it how I got you niggas going crazy'

Chorus

Agianst all odds
I'm hope'n my thug mutha-fuckas know
This B the realist shit I ever wrote
against all Odds
In the studio
Getting blowed
2 tha truest shit I ever spoke
Against all Odds
I'm hope'n my true mutha-fuckas know
2 the realist shit I ever wrote

I heard he was light skined, stocky
with a hation accent
Jewerlly, fast cars and he's known for flashing
(whats his name)
Listen while I take you back
and lace this rap
A real live tale
About a snitch named Hatian Jack
Knew he was working for the feds
Same crime different trail
Niggas picture what he said
And did I mention
Promised a payback
Jimmy Hentchmen
In due time
I knew you bitch niggas was listening
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 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..

Chorus

against all odds
I'm hope'n my true mutha-fuckas know
This B the realist shit I ever wrote
against all Odds
Up In the studio
Getting blowed
2 the truest shit I ever spoke
against all odds
I'm hope'n my true mutha-fuckas know
This B tha realist shit I ever wrote

Puffy gettin robbed like a bitch
2 hide that fact
He did some shit he shouldn't have did
So we ride 'em 4 that
And that Nigga that was down 4 me
Restin dead, switch sides
Guess his new friends want him dead
Probly B Murdered 4 the shit that I said
I bring the real, B a legend or even the dead
Lord listen 2 me
God don't like ugly it was written
Hey NAS your whole damn style is weak
U heared my melody
Read about my life in the papers
All my run-in with authorities
4 loneous(? sound like that?) capers
Now u want 2 live my life
So what's the ?????
Nigga's that don't ride right
You've seen 2 many movies
Load 'em up against the wall
Close his eyez
Since U lie
U Die
Good-Bye
Let the real life Niggas hear the truth from me
what would you do
If you was me
(Nigga)

Chorus

against all odds
I'm hope'n my true mutha-fuckas know
This B the realist shit I ever wrote
against all Odds
Up In the studio
Getting blowed
2 the truest shit I ever spoke
against all odds
I'm hope'n my true mutha-fuckas know
This B tha realist shit I ever wrote
against all odds
Up In the studio
Getting blowed
2 the truest shit I ever spoke
against all odds

Ends With:
2 PAC Talking about getting revenge on these people! (and War sound FX in the Background)