drop bombs Against all odds Still remain Gods Grip your arm We always come hard The world is ours Call a National Guard Here we go Any bitch that rhyme
You know the issue I'm official When you die none of your niggas is really gon miss you Chorus FLIPMODE SQUAD Here to drop bombs AGAINST ALL ODDS Still
know the issue I'm official When you die none of your niggas is really gon miss you Chorus FLIPMODE SQUAD Here to drop bombs AGAINST ALL ODDS Still
You know the issue I’m official When you die none of your niggas is really gon miss you Chorus: Flipmode squad Here to drop bombs Against all odds Still
own age, Making front page By getting locked in the cage Pumping, self-destruction And self-reduction Souls get sucked into the evil corruption The odds are against
get it clear, Brooklyn, Vietnam Yo yo, live from the seven-one-eight y'all Lay down nigga It's the ill Na Na Cut ya dick off put it in ya mouth y'all
Play Doh I did a jam against all odds And it was dedicated to Farmers Blvd. Keep on to the beat, y'all A funky beat, y'all, yes, yes Y'all, you don'
me feelin like I got you niggas crazy (Uh huh) Against all odds up lettin my thug mothafuckas know This'll be the realist shit I ever wrote Against all odds
s me, I'm the shit I'm in affect like woodtex A newer tec from out da click Because my rhyme again, pass me my heineken Where's the weed I need? it is
lasso, shit is a hassle There's no days, for broke days, we sell it, smoke pays While all the old folks pray, to Jesus' soakin' they sins in trays Of holy water, odds against
'all niggaz money's gettin' low But could you come back though Set up shop, and get the fat glow? Tired of y'all, mostly inspired by y'all So what the
.Y.C., is all I see, O.D.B., n****, R.I.P. (Konichiwa bi*ches) This Killa Beez on ya M.I.C., you want it all Well, then y'all like me (Konichiwa bi*ches
get your fuck on Now you're suck on some shit, we bust a nut on All you niggaz waiting for this bitch, just hold on Desert eagles busting at seagels flying
made me Lovin' how I got you niggas crazy Against all odds, hopin' my thug motherfuckers know This be the realest shit I ever wrote Against all odds
ass kicked See, it was five against one But this brother was too proud to run So he stood in like a trooper Fightin' against all odds against a group
better drop your flag an' withdraw My cavalry charge accompanied by a blizzard of wicked metaphors An' smash y?all Attach y?all to the back of my horse An' drag y?all
