Against All Odds
(Featuring Flipmode Squad)
Baby Sham:
Ay Yo
***** 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
*****
What ass
Show your whole cheek
Slugs with no heat
Diamonds that don't break
You thugs is so sweet
Rampage:
I flow so much I can see sick
Flipmode is the squad who I bees with
Who I get plucks with
And push German V's with
Rampage I'm psychic I can see ****
To the next millenium
You not gon be ****
Scratch your name off the list
Cut your wrist
You know the issue
I'm official
When you die none of your *****s is really gon 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 ***** that rhyme wanna flex she ass
I'm stomping all things like I'm plexi-glass
*****s make way like when they hear sorry's
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 ****ting
Turn intruders into vixens
Fall off
Beeper uh-uh
*****s stay getting
Dirty ***** for life
That's how Spliff's living
Throwing *****s 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
Fact my son
Street educated
The colonel of ghetto jurors
Still thug related
Chorus:
Lord Have Mercy:
We enemies of three strike felony laws
Gorilla ****ing
K-Y jelly for whores
Lapdances
Trap grands without laws
My baby moms
Three eighty for your arms
That bust with loud force
The ghetto with us
That bang makaveli and trucks
That whatever the **** 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
***** mark it on your calendar
I'm showing you something
You ain't saying nothing
My *****s make noise
Like a bunch of volcanoes erupting
None of y'all *****s really wanna war
The type of ***** to crack my plane in your building
In the name of the law
Chorus:
Against All OddsLRC歌词
(Featuring Flipmode Squad)
Baby Sham:
Ay Yo
***** 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
*****
What ass
Show your whole cheek
Slugs with no heat
Diamonds that don't break
You thugs is so sweet
Rampage:
I flow so much I can see sick
Flipmode is the squad who I bees with
Who I get plucks with
And push German V's with
Rampage I'm psychic I can see ****
To the next millenium
You not gon be ****
Scratch your name off the list
Cut your wrist
You know the issue
I'm official
When you die none of your *****s is really gon 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 ***** that rhyme wanna flex she ass
I'm stomping all things like I'm plexi-glass
*****s make way like when they hear sorry's
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 ****ting
Turn intruders into vixens
Fall off
Beeper uh-uh
*****s stay getting
Dirty ***** for life
That's how Spliff's living
Throwing *****s 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
Fact my son
Street educated
The colonel of ghetto jurors
Still thug related
Chorus:
Lord Have Mercy:
We enemies of three strike felony laws
Gorilla ****ing
K-Y jelly for whores
Lapdances
Trap grands without laws
My baby moms
Three eighty for your arms
That bust with loud force
The ghetto with us
That bang makaveli and trucks
That whatever the **** 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
***** mark it on your calendar
I'm showing you something
You ain't saying nothing
My *****s make noise
Like a bunch of volcanoes erupting
None of y'all *****s really wanna war
The type of ***** to crack my plane in your building
In the name of the law
Chorus:
