(Intro)

One love... one love... one thug

One nation... twenty-one gun salute



(Chorus)

I'm hopin my true mothafuckaz know

This be the realest shit I ever wrote

Against all odds, up in the studio, gettin blowed

To the truest shit I ever spoke



21 gun salute, dressed in fatigue, black jeans and boots

Dissapeared in the crap, all you seen was troops

This little nigga named Nas thinks he live like me

Talkin bout how he left the hospital took five like me

You living fanatasies, nigga I reject your deposit

We shook Dre punk ass, now we out of the closet

Mobb Deep wonder why nigga blowed them out

Next time grown folks talk, nigga close your mouths

Peep me, I take this war shit deeply

I see too many real playas fall to let these bitch niggaz to beat me

Puffy, lets be honest you a punk

or you gonna see me with gloves

Remember that shit you said in vibe about me being a Thug

You can tell the people you roll with whatever you want

But, you and I know what's going on

Pay back I knew you bitch niggaz from way back

Witness me strapped with macs knew I wouldn't play that

All you old rappers trying to advance

It's all over now, take it like a man

Niggas looking like, Larry Holmes flabby and shit

Trying to playa hate on my shit, you eat a fat dick

Let it be known this is how you made me

Love it how I got you niggaz goin crazy, against all odds



(Chorus) x2



I heard he was light skinned, stocky with a Haitian accent

Jewelry, fast cars and he's known for flashing (what's his name)

Listen while I take you back and lace this rap

A real live tale, about a snitch named Haitian Jack

Knew he was working for the feds, same crime different trail

Niggas picture what he said, and d