เนื้อเพลง Against All Odds - Busta Rhymes

[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 pass
You couldn't touch cash
If it was under your nose
Like a mustache
N*gga
What ass
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*t
To the next millenium
You not gon be sh*t
Scratch your name off the list
Cut your wrist
You know the issue
I'm official
When you die none of your n*ggas 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*tch that rhyme wanna flex she ass
I'm stomping all things like I'm plexi-glass
N*ggas make way like when they hear sirens
Treat you like park and 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*tting, turn intruders into vixens
Fall off beeper uh-uh n*ggas stay getting
Dirty n*gga for life
That's how Spliff's living
Throwing n*ggas 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 d*cking K-Y jelly for whores
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*ck 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*gga mark it on your calendar
I'm showing you something
You ain't saying nothing
My n*ggas make noise
Like a bunch of volcanoes erupting
None of y'all n*ggas really wanna war
The type of n*gga to crash my plane in your building
In the name of the law

[Chorus]