Lyrics:

(Intro) One love... one love... one thug One nation... twenty-one gun salute (Chorus) I'm hopin my true mothafuckaz 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 21 gun salute, dressed in fatigue, black jeans and boots Dissapeared in the crap, all you seen was troops This little nigga named Nas thinks he live like me Talkin bout how he left the hospital took five like me You living fanatasies, 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 mouths Peep me, I take this war shit deeply I see too many real playas fall to let these bitch niggaz to beat me Puffy, lets be honest you a punk or you gonna see me with gloves Remember that shit you said in vibe about me being a Thug You can tell the people you roll with whatever you want But, you and I know what's going on Pay back I knew you bitch niggaz 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 looking like, Larry Holmes flabby and shit Trying to playa hate on my shit, you eat a fat dick Let it be known this is how you made me Love it how I got you niggaz goin crazy, against all odds (Chorus) x2 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 A real live tale, about a snitch named Haitian Jack Knew he was working for the feds, same crime different trail Niggas picture what he said, and d