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letra de against all odds - trae tha truth

[talking: 2pac]
yeah n-gga, yeah – that’s right
baby, that’s how we do it!

[verse 1: trae]
i’m back up in it once again and who that claimin’ that throne?
b-tch i’m a -ssh0l-, tell them mothaf-ckers i’m home
still kickin it on my own, feds tappin’ my phone
i’m in the hood, livin’ what these n-ggas rap in a song (fake -ss)
i remind ‘em they dead wrong in the city i’m the king
and i can show you what it mean while i’m holdin’ this red beam
n-ggas know the team, a.b.n and ain’t no doubt we touch ‘em all
big, small, or tall, motto forever f-ck ’em all
i heard ’em tell me that my att-tude was out of line
i told ’em suck a d-ck and it’s best to stay the f-ck out of mine
just for that tell them hoe n-ggas, they -ss is out of time
i got it on my mind so it’s understood who the f-ck’ll shine
i’m comin’ ‘round the corner, lookin’ for a couple cats
sittin’ in the hoop while my n-ggas sellin’ a couple packs
anybody can get it tell ‘em shoot me a couple stacks
they want the streets, i’ll show ’em where the f-ck it’s at

[chorus: trae]
talk to ‘em, i don’t know what the f-ck these n-ggas is on
homie against all odds
tryna count me the f-ck out. n-gga i am the motherf-cking streets
against all odds
they better get they mind right i’m back at it again
homie against all odds
and i am (who you talkin’ ‘bout) trae tha motherf-ckin’ truth
against all odds

[verse 2: 2pac]
follow me, tell me if you feel me – i think n-ggas is tryna k!ll me
picturin’pistols spittin hollow points till they drill me
keepin’it real, and even if i do conceal
my criminal thoughts, preoccupied with keepin steel
see n-ggas is false – sittin in court – turned snitches
they use to be real, but now they petrified b-tches
i’m tryna be strong they sendin armies out to bomb me
listen to ron, the only dj that can calm me
constantly armed, my firepower keep me warm
i’m trapped in the storm and f-ck the world till i’m gone
b-tches be warned, word is bond, you’ll get torn
i’m bustin on guilliani, he rubbin my n-ggas wrong
and then it’s on, before i leave picture me
i’m spittin at punk b-tches – and hustlin to be free
watch me set it, n-ggas don’t want it, you can get it
bet it make these jealous n-ggas mad – i said it
this thug life n-gga we don’t cater to you hoes
f-ck with me, have a hundred mothaf-ckers at yo do’ – with 4-4’s
hahahaha, yeah n-gga, thug life

[chorus: trae]

[verse 3: trae]
tell ‘em if they lookin 4 me ain’t nothin changed, still posted up with a couple thugs
with a couple straps in my lap, holdin a couple slugs
i’m in a chevrolet floatin on a couple dubs
run up on me i’m a put ’em in ya chest like it’s nothin but love
i’m in the game but still i feel like i’m against ’em all
i’m in my zone, i lace ’em up and take it to the wall
i swear i’m a g – and i’m a be that way until i fall
the sh-t i’m on’ll have you prayin jesus’ll answer ya call
then it be known that i’m against all odds
i prophesize through the hood – in underneath all guards
b-tch i’m here to put the fire underneath all frauds
so any n-gga in my way’ll be a mothaf-cker scarred
i’m the truth so reconize a livin legend in ya face
before i catch a att-tude and go to catch another case
i’m full speed, for the ride it ain’t gon’be another race
and if you think it’s somethin weak, then we can fall up out of place, motherf-cker

[chorus: trae]

[verse 4: trae]
i’m on the edge feelin’ like a n-gga hard to k!ll
and f-ck them n-ggas anyway cause they don’t keep it real
this mac eleven be enough to make a hater chill
run up on me, i can show you how the f-ck it feel
f-ck my foes and my use to be friends – i’m all good ‘long as i’m gettin my ends
homie against all odds, i let ’em know it ain’t no need to pretend
so tell them n-ggas that i’m back at it again

- trae tha truth

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