Against All Odds – Song and Lyrics by 2Pac

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Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Against All Odds’ by 2Pac. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 2Pac or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.

To my niggas that went out in the line of duty
21 gun salute
One love, one thug, one nation (let’s get down, let’s do this)
21 gun salute (come on, yeah, let’s do this)
21 gun salute (come on, come on, let’s do this)
All the time I be

Hoping my true motherfuckers know
This be the realest shit I ever wrote (against all odds)
Up in the studio, getting blowed
To the truest shit I ever spoke

21 gun salute, dressed in fatigues, black jeans and boots
I just appeared in the crowd, all you seen was troops
This little nigga named Nas think he live like me
He talk about he left the hospital, took five like me
You living fantasies, nigga, I reject your deposit
We shook Dre punk ass, now he out of the closet
Mobb Deep wonder why a nigga blowed ’em out
Next time grown folks talking, nigga, close your mouth
Peep me, I take this war shit deeply
Done seen too many real players fall to let these bitch niggas to beat me
Puffy, let’s be honest you a punk or you will see me with gloves?
Remember that shit you said to Vibe about me being a thug?
And 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 MAC’s, knew I wouldn’t play that
All you old rappers tryin’ to advance
It’s all over now, take it like a man (trick ass square)
Niggas looking like, Larry Holmes, flabby and sick (look at De La Soul)
Tryna player hate on my shit, you can eat a fat dick
Let it be known, this how you made me
Lovin’ how I got you niggas crazy (nigga)
Against all odds

Hoping my thug motherfuckers know
This be the realest shit I ever wrote (nigga)
Against all odds, up in the studio, getting blowed
To the truest shit I ever spoke
Against all odds
Hoping my true motherfuckers know
This be the realest shit I ever wrote

I heard he was light skinned, stocky, with a Haitian accent
Jewelry, fast cars and he’s known for flashing (what’s his name?)
Listen while I take you back and lace this rap (nigga, say his name)
A real live tale about a snitch named Haitian Jack
Knew he was working for the feds, same crime, different trial (I knew it)
Nigga, picture what he said, and did I mention
Promised to payback, Jimmy Henchmen, in due time
I knew you bitch niggas is listening, the world is mine
Set me up, wet me up, niggas stuck me up (I’m back)
Heard the guns bust, but you tricks never shut me up (I’m back)
Touch one of mine, on everything I own
I will 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 to Tut, now you stuck
F*ck the rap game nigga, nigga, this M.O.B
So believe me, we enemies
I go against all odds

I’m hoping my true motherfuckers know
This be the realest shit I ever wrote
Against all odds, up in the studio, getting blowed
To the truest shit I ever spoke
Against all odds
Hoping my true motherfuckers know
This be the realest shit I ever wrote
Against all odds

Puffy gettin’ bribed like a bitch, to hide that fact
He did some shit he shouldn’t have did, so we ridin’ for that
And that nigga that was down for me
Resting dead, switched sides
Guess his new friends wanted him dead
Probably be murdered for the shit that I said
I bring the real, be a legend, breathing or dead
Lord, listen to me
God don’t like ugly, it was written
Ayo, Nas, your whole damn style is bitten (this nigga sounds like Rakim)
You heard my melody, read about my life in the papers
All my run-in with authorities, felonious capers
Now you wanna live my life, so what’s a “chazzer,” Nas?
Niggas that don’t rhyhme 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

Hoping my true motherfuckers know
This be the realest shit I ever wrote
Against all odds, up in the studio, getting blowed
To the truest shit I ever spoke
Against all odds
Hoping my true motherfuckers know
This be the realest shit I ever wrote
Against all odds, up in the studio, getting blowed
To the truest shit I ever spoke
Against all odds

21 gun salute, one love to my true thug niggas (Outlaw! Outlaw! Outlaw!)
21 gun salute to my niggas that died in the line of duty
Representin’ to the fullest, being soldiers with military minds
That play the rules of the game, 21 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 f*ck you is, nigga
You touch me, I’m at you
I know you motherfuckers didn’t think I forgot
Hell nah, I ain’t forgot, nigga
I just remember what you told me
You said don’t go to war unless I got my money right
Aight
I got my money right, nigga, now I want war