Against All Odds

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