Jamal - Against All Odds lyrics

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Jamal - Against All Odds lyrics

[Baby Sham] Aiyyo, balls 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 pa** You couldn't touch cash If it was under your nose Like a mustache n***a What a** Show your whole cheek Slugs with no heat Diamonds that don't break You thugs is so sweet [Rampage] I float so much I get seasick Flipmode is the Squad who I beez with Who I get plucks with And push German V's with Rampage I'm psychic I can see sh** To the next millenium You not gon be sh** Scratch your name off the list Cut your wrist You know the issue I'm official When you die none of your n***as 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 b**h that rhyme wanna flex she a** I'm stomping all things like I'm plexi-gla** n***as make way like when they hear sirens Treat you like parking 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 sh**ting, turn intruders into vixens Fall off beeper uh-uh n***as stay getting Dirty n***a for life That's how Spliff's living Throwing n***as 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 Fat Man's Son, street educated The colonel of ghetto jurors, still thug related Chorus [Lord Have Mercy] We enemies of three strike felony laws Gorilla dicking K-Y jelly for who*es 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 in trucks That whatever the f** 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 n***a mark it on your calendar I'm showing you something You ain't saying nothing My n***as make noise Like a bunch of volcanoes erupting None of y'all n***as really wanna war The type of n***a to crash my plane in your building In the name of Allah Chorus