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Against All Odds

by Busta Rhymes

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[Baby Sham] Hey yo, balls your pencils As hollow tips get in you Bots cutting to slice your face you Rhymes is natural Hold two lives and four wives Up in the crack capsule Flipmode cruddy styles has been past you Rush pass You couldn't touch cash If it was under your nose Like a mustache Nigga What ass Show your whole cheek Slugs with no heat Diamonds that don't break You thugs is so sweet [Rampage] I float so much I get seasick Flipmode is the squad who I bee's with Who I get plucks with And push german v's with Rampage I'm psychic I can see shit To the next millennium You not goin' be shit Scratch your name off the list Cut your wrist You know the issue I'm official When you die none of your niggas is really goin' miss you [Chorus] Flipmode squad Here to drop bombs Against all odds Still remain gods Grip your arm We always come hard The world is ours Call a national guard [Rah digga] Here we go Any bitch that rhyme wanna flex she ass I'm stomping all things like I'm plexi-glass Niggas make way like when they hear sirens Treat you like park and too close to fire hydrants All up in the board Kicking back long islands Get your wig split first solid defiance Rah earth and sun in this imperial alliance You do the science [Spliff star] I'm getting money shitting, turn intruders into vixens Fall off beeper uh-uh niggas stay getting Dirty nigga for life That's how spliff's living Throwing niggas in caskets Tired of a yellow ribbons I buck my duck if you touch my one Rather Jamaican than belly boy make you people for fun Fat man's son, street educated The colonel of ghetto jurors, still thug related [Chorus] [Lord Have Mercy] We enemies of three strike felony laws Gorilla dicking k-y jelly for whores Lap dances trap grands without laws My baby moms, three eighty for your arms That bust with loud force The ghetto with us That bang makaveli in trucks That whatever the fuck to give a cheddar in chunks Who gazey chase Fake thugs with lazy aid Track marks Rap stars And a rain of aids [Busta Rhymes] Yo, what you want from us Now visualize more of us Stay toting under my given flavor from nauticas Destroy every arch rival or any challenger Make you remember this day Nigga mark it on your calendar I'm showing you something You ain't saying nothing My niggas make noise Like a bunch of volcanoes erupting None of y'all niggas really wanna war The type of nigga to crash my plane in your building In the name of the law [Chorus]

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