Against All Odds
[Talking: 2Pac]
Yeah nigga, yeah – that’s right
Baby, that’s how we do it!
[Verse 1: Trae]
I’m back up in it once again and who that claimin' that throne?
Bitch I’m a asshole, tell them mothafuckers I’m home
Still kickin it on my own, feds tappin' my phone
I’m in the hood, livin' what these niggas rap in a song (fake ass)
I remind ‘em they dead wrong in the city I’m the king
And I can show you what it mean while I’m holdin’ this red beam
Niggas know the team, A.B.N and ain’t no doubt we touch ‘em all
Big, small, or tall, motto forever fuck 'em all
I heard 'em tell me that my attitude was out of line
I told 'em suck a dick and it’s best to stay the fuck out of mine
Just for that tell them hoe niggas, they ass is out of time
I got it on my mind so it’s understood who the fuck’ll shine
I’m comin’ ‘round the corner, lookin’ for a couple cats
Sittin' in the Hoop while my niggas sellin' a couple packs
Anybody can get it tell ‘em shoot me a couple stacks
They want the streets, I’ll show 'em where the fuck it’s at
[Chorus: Trae]
Talk to ‘em, I don’t know what the fuck these niggas is on
Homie against all odds
Tryna count me the fuck out. Nigga I am the motherfucking streets
Against all odds
They better get they mind right I’m back at it again
Homie against all odds
And I am (who you talkin’ ‘bout) Trae tha motherfuckin’ Truth
Against all odds
[Verse 2: 2Pac]
Follow me, tell me if you feel me – I think niggas is tryna kill me
Picturin'pistols spittin hollow points till they drill me
Keepin'it real, and even if I do conceal
My criminal thoughts, preoccupied with keepin steel
See niggas is false – sittin in court – turned snitches
They use to be real, but now they petrified bitches
I’m tryna be strong they sendin armies out to bomb me
Listen to Ron, the only DJ that can calm me
Constantly armed, my firepower keep me warm
I’m trapped in the storm and fuck the world till I’m gone
Bitches be warned, word is bond, you’ll get torn
I’m bustin on Guilliani, he rubbin my niggas wrong
And then it’s on, before I leave picture me
I’m spittin at punk bitches – and hustlin to be free
Watch me set it, niggas don’t want it, you can get it
Bet it make these jealous niggas mad – I said it
This Thug Life nigga we don’t cater to you hoes
Fuck with me, have a hundred mothafuckers at yo do' – with 4-4’s
HahaHaha, Yeah nigga, Thug Life
[Chorus: Trae]
[Verse 3: Trae]
Tell ‘em if they lookin 4 me ain’t nothin changed, still posted up with a couple thugs
With a couple straps in my lap, holdin a couple slugs
I’m in a Chevrolet floatin on a couple dubs
Run up on me I’m a put 'em in ya chest like it’s nothin but love
I’m in the game but still I feel like I’m against 'em all
I’m in my zone, I lace 'em up and take it to the wall
I swear I’m a G – and I’m a be that way until I fall
The shit I’m on’ll have you prayin Jesus’ll answer ya call
Then it be known that I’m against all odds
I prophesize through the hood – in underneath all guards
Bitch I’m here to put the fire underneath all frauds
So any nigga in my way’ll be a mothafucker scarred
I’m the truth so reconize a livin legend in ya face
Before I catch a attitude and go to catch another case
I’m full speed, for the ride it ain’t gon'be another race
And if you think it’s somethin weak, then we can fall up out of place, motherfucker
[Chorus: Trae]
[Verse 4: Trae]
I’m on the edge feelin' like a nigga hard to kill
And fuck them niggas anyway cause they don’t keep it real
This mac eleven be enough to make a hater chill
Run up on me, I can show you how the fuck it feel
Fuck my foes and my use to be friends – I’m all good ‘long as I’m gettin my ends
Homie against all odds, I let 'em know it ain’t no need to pretend
So tell them niggas that I’m back at it again