Letras:
Busta Rhymes Against All Odds

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

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

breath: "If you believe you can achieve, just look at me" Against all odds Though life is hard, we carry on Living in the projects Broke with no lights on To all

days, for broke days, we sell it, smoke pays While all the old folks pray, to Je-sus' soakin they sins in trays of holy water, odds against Nas are slaughter

Please, y'all niggaz money getting low But did you come back, set up shop, and get the phat dough Tired of y'all, mostly inspired by y'all So what the

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

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'

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