Lyrics:

To my niggas that went out in line on 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

Hopin' my true motherfuckers know
This be the realest shit I ever wrote (Know) (Against all odds)
Up in the studio gettin' blow
To the truest shit I ever spoke

21-gun salute, dressed in fatigues, black jeans and boots
I disappeared (Outlaw!) in the crowd, all you seen was troops
This little nigga named Nas think he live like me
He's talking 'bout he left the hospital, took five like me
You live in fantasies, nigga, I reject your deposit
We shook Dre punk ass, now he outta the closet
Mobb Deep wonder why a nigga blowed 'em out
Next time grown folks talkin', (Shut the fuck up) nigga, close your mouth
Peep me, I take this war shit deeply
Don' seen too many real players fall to let these bitch niggas beat me
Puffy, let's be honest, (You a sucker ass nigga) you a punk or you will see me with gloves
Remember that shit you said to Vibe about me bein' a thug?
And you can tell the people you roll wit whatever you want
But you and I know what's goin' on (Don't you?)
Payback, I knew you bitch niggas from way back
Witnessed me strapped with MACs, knew I wouldn't play that
All you old rappers tryna advance
It's all over now, take it like a man (You trick ass square)
Niggas lookin' like Larry Holmes, flabby and sick (Look at De La Soul!)
Tryna player-hate on my shit, nigga, eat a fat dick
Let it be known, this is how you made me
Lovin' how I got you niggas crazy (Nigga)

Against all odds, hopin' my thug motherfuckers know
This be the realest shit I ever wrote (Nigga)
Against all odds, up in the studio, gettin' blow
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
Jewelry, fast cars (Say his name) and he's known for flashin' (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 (I knew it)
Same crime, different trials, nigga, picture what he said and did I mention?
Promised to payback, Jimmy Henchman, in due time
I know you bitch niggas is listenin', the world is mine (The world is mine, trick)
Set me up, wet me up, niggas stuck me up (I'm baaaack)
Heard the guns bust, but you tricks never shut me up (I'm baaaaaack)
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
Fuck the rap game, nigga, this M.O.B
So believe me, we enemies, I go against all odds (Trick made niggas, ain't no peace)

I'm hopin' my true motherfuckers know
This be the realest shit I ever wrote
Against all odds, up in the studio, gettin' blow
To the truest shit I ever spoke
I'm hopin' my true motherfuckers know
This be the realest shit I ever wrote (Y'all know) (Against all odds)

Puffy gettin' robbed like a bitch, to hide that fact
He did some shit he shouldn't have did, (You know what) so we ridin' for that
And that nigga that was down for me, rest the 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, breathin' or dead
Lord, listen to me, God don't like ugly, it was written
Ayo Nas, your whole damn style is bitten (You sound like Rakim, man)
You heard My Melody, read about my life in the papers
All my run-ins with authorities, (Trick) felonious capers (Punk)
Now you wanna live my life, so what's a 'chazzer,' 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, die, goodbye!
Let the real live niggas hear the truth from me (Hey)
What would you do if you was me? (Nigga)
Against all odds

Hopin' my true motherfuckers know
This be the realest shit I ever wrote
Against all odds, up in the studio gettin' blow
To the truest shit I ever spoke
Against all odds, hopin' my true motherfuckers know
This be the realest shit I ever wrote
Against all odds, up in the studio gettin' blow
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 die in the line of duty
Representin' to the fullest, bein' 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 fuck you is
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
I got my money right nigga, now I want war