Against All Odds Trae tha Truth (Ft. 2Pac)

[Talking: 2Pac]
Yeah nigga, 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?
Bitch I’m a asshole, tell them mothafuckers I’m home
Still kickin it on my own, feds tappin' my phone
I’m in the hood, livin' what these niggas rap in a song (fake ass)
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
Niggas know the team, A.B.N and ain’t no doubt we touch ‘em all
Big, small, or tall, motto forever fuck 'em all
I heard 'em tell me that my attitude was out of line
I told 'em suck a dick and it’s best to stay the fuck out of mine
Just for that tell them hoe niggas, they ass is out of time
I got it on my mind so it’s understood who the fuck’ll shine
I’m comin’ ‘round the corner, lookin’ for a couple cats
Sittin' in the Hoop while my niggas 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 fuck it’s at

[Chorus: Trae]
Talk to ‘em, I don’t know what the fuck these niggas is on
Homie against all odds
Tryna count me the fuck out. Nigga I am the motherfucking 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 motherfuckin’ Truth
Against all odds