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 Against All OddsAgainst All OddsAlbum : The Don Killuminati - The 7 Day Theory
 One love, one love, one thugOne 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 Tutt, 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
 (ey yo Nas) Nas, 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
 
 
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