One love, one love, one thug  One nation, twenty-one gun salute    I'm hopin my true motherfuckers know  This be the realest shit I ever wrote  Against all odds, up in the studio, gettin blowed  To the truest shit I ever spoke    Twenty-one gun salute, dressed in fatigue, black jeans and boots  Disappeared in the crowd, all you seen was troops  This little nigga named Nas thinks he live like me  Talkin bout he left the hospital took five like me  You living 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 this war shit deeply  Done seen too many real players fall to let these bitch niggas beat me  Puffy lets be honest you a punk or you will see me with gloves  Remember that shit 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 bitch 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 shit, 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 motherfuckers know  This be the realest shit I ever wrote  Against all odds, up in the studio, gettin blowed  To the truest shit I ever spoke, against all odds  Hopin my true motherfuckers know  This be the realest shit I ever wrote    I heard he was light skinned, stocky with a Haitian accent  Jewelery, fast cars and he's known for flashing (What's his name???)  Listen while I take you back (NIGGA SAY HIS NAME!) 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  Nigga, picture what he said, and did I mention  Promised a payback, Jimmy Henchman, in due time  I know you bitch 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 nigga  All out warfare, eye for eye  Last words to a bitch nigga, "WHY YOU LIE?!?"  Now you gotta watch your back, now watch your front  Here we come, gunshots too tight, now you stuck  Fuck the rap game, nigga this M-O-B  So believe me we enemies, I go against all odds    I'm hopin my true motherfuckers know  This be the realest shit I ever wrote  Against all odds, up in the studio, gettin blowed  To the truest shit I ever spoke  I'm hopin my true motherfuckers know  This be the realest shit I ever wrote  Against all odds    Puffy gettin robbed like a bitch, to hide the fact  he did some shit he shouldn't have did, so we ride em for that  And that nigga that was down for me, restin dead  Switch sides, guess his new friends wanted him dead  Probably be murdered for the shit 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 Nad, your whole damn style is bitten  You heard my melody, read about my life in the papers  All my run-ins 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 nigga    Against all odds  I'm hopin my true motherfuckers know  This be the realest shit I ever wrote  Against all odds, up in the studio, gettin blowed  To the truest shit I ever spoke  [repeat]    Against all odds  [Twenty-one gun salute]  One love to my true thug niggas (Outlaw! Outlaw! Outlaw!)  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 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 motherfuckers think that I forgot  Hell no I ain't forgot nigga  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