Made Niggaz Feat. Outlawz-2Pac

　　　 Artist：2pac Songs Title：against all odds One love, one love, one thug One nation, twenty-one gun salute I'm hopin' my true motherf**kers know This be the realest sh*t I ever wrote Against all odds, up in the studio, gettin' blowed To the truest sh*t I ever spoke Twenty-one gun salute, dressed in fatigues, black jeans and boots Disappeared in the crowd, all you seen was troops This little ni**a named NaS thinks he live like me Talkin' 'bout he left the hospital took five like me You living fantasies, ni**a I reject your deposit We shook Dre punk a**, now we out of the closet Mobb Deep wonder why ni**a blowed them out Next time grown folks talk, ni**a close your mouth Peep me, I take this war sh*t deeply Done seen too many real players fall to let these b***h niggas beat me Puffy let's be honest you a punk or you will see me with gloves Remember that sh*t you said to Vibe about me bein' a thug You can tell the people you roll with whatever you want But you and I know what's going on Payback, I knew you b***h niggas from way back Witness me strapped with Macs, knew I wouldn't play that All you old rappers trying to advance It's all over now, take it like a man Niggas lookin' like Larry Holmes, flabby and sick Tryin' to player hate on my sh*t, you eat a fat dick Let it be known this is how you made me Lovin' how I got you niggas crazy Against all odds, hopin' my thug motherf**kers know This be the realest sh*t I ever wrote Against all odds, up in the studio, gettin' blowed To the truest sh*t I ever spoke Against all odds, hopin' my true motherf**kers know This be the realest sh*t I ever wrote I heard he was light skinned, stocky with a Haitian accent Jewelery, fast cars and he's known for flashing Listen while I take you back and lace this rap A real live tale about a snitch named Haitian Jack Knew he was workin' for the feds, same crime, different trials Ni**a, picture what he said and did I mention Promised a payback, Jimmy Henchman, in due time I know you b***h niggas is listenin', 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 ni**a All out warfare, eye for eye Last words to a b***h ni**a, ＂Why you lie?＂ Now you gotta watch your back, now watch your front Here we come, gunshots to Tut, now you stuck F**k the rap game, ni**a this M O B So believe me we enemies I go against all odds, I'm hopin' my true motherf**kers know This be the realest sh*t I ever wrote Against all odds, up in the studio, gettin' blowed To the truest sh*t I ever spoke Against all odds, I'm hopin' my true motherf**kers know This be the realest sh*t I ever wrote Against all odds Puffy gettin' robbed like a b**ch, to hide the fact He did some sh*t he shouldn't have did, so we ride 'em for that And that ni**a that was down for me, restin' dead Switch sides, guess his new friends wanted him dead Probably be murdered for the sh*t that I said I bring the real, be a legend, breathin' the dead Lord listen to me God don't like ugly, ＂It was written＂ Hey NaS, your whole damn style is bitten You heard my melody, read about my life in the papers All my runin's with authorities, felonious capers Now you wanna live my life, so what's the answer 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 What would you do if you was me ni**a Against all odds, I'm hopin' my true motherf**kers know This be the realest sh*t I ever wrote Against all odds, up in the studio, gettin' blowed To the truest sh*t I ever spoke Against all odds, I'm hopin' my true motherf**kers know This be the realest sh*t I ever wrote Against all odds, up in the studio, gettin' blowed To the truest sh*t I ever spoke Against all odds One love to my true thug niggas Twenty-one gun salute to my niggas that die in the line of duty Representin' to the fullest bein' soldiers with military minds that play the rules of the game, twenty-one 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 b***h made niggas, I'm comin' for you Against all odds, I don't care who the f**k you is, ni**a You touch me I'm at you, I know you motherf**kers think that I forgot Hell no, I ain't forgot ni**a, I just remember what you told me You said don't go to war unless I got my money behind me Aight, I got my money right here, now I want war