By Any Means

Текст песни Meek Mill, Rick Ross, Wale, Pill - By Any Means

[Intro: Rick Ross]
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[Chorus: Rick Ross]
Pork on the fork, white in the pot
By any means, if ya like it or not
Malcolm X, by any means
Mini fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans
As-salāmu 'alaykum, wa 'alaykum-salām
Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don
Real nigga, street certified
Hit the streets, whip cost three-thirty-five

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Meek Milly, yeah
No pork on the fork, but it's white in the pot
We charging you niggas up if you like it or not
Drop the work off the scale, throw some ice in the pot
Then let that Arm & Hammer hammer it right to a lot
Tryna whip a Rollie, or a Cartier
Shout out to this Pyrex that bought this Audemeer
Oops, I meant Audemar, my whole team got 'em
You loving the same bitch my whole team poppin'
One hundred though, I'm wherever that money go
Glock 9 in my underclothes, you cop two of 'em, we frontin' four
Fuck niggas, we don't fuck with those
Bad bitches, never loved them though
Keep them round but never trust them though
This 62 so comfortable, hah!
I'm a field nigga, you a house nigga
I'm a real nigga, and you's a mouse nigga
Code rat, which means you code red
But I don't knock you, I just blame it on your old heads
Rats! (Hahahaha)
[Chorus: Rick Ross]
Pork on the fork, white in the pot
By any means, if ya like it or not
Malcolm X, by any means
Mini fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans
As-salāmu 'alaykum, wa 'alaykum-salām
Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don
Real nigga, street certified
Hit the streets, whip cost three-thirty-five

[Verse 2: Wale]
Yeah, Wale though, uh
Malcolm X, get your hand out my pocket
Some niggas walkin' with death, guess they ran out of options
Tell them niggas we movin', tell them niggas to do it
I swear we going H.A.M, though some my niggas Sunni
They burn on every block, snitches here don't got no heart
Shit ain't been the same since Ronald Reagan helped Plymouth Rock
And we ain't land on it, Mr. Reagan
But it's gon make us rich, Mr. Reagan
Now, as-salāmu 'alaykum, wa 'alaykum-salām
She kneel down every Friday and then go to Jummah
Let 'em play with her box, she give the greatest top
She say these niggas is her prey and she makes salat, word
How they say that we not fly? How they say that we not workin'?
They just need convincing like Malcolm Little 'fore he converted
I'm on my deen, inshallah, I'ma get her right
On the Bible, you can run but you can't hide
[Chorus: Rick Ross]
Pork on the fork, white in the pot
By any means, if ya like it or not
Malcolm X, by any means
Mini fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans
As-salāmu 'alaykum, wa 'alaykum-salām
Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don
Real nigga, street certified
Hit the streets, whip cost three-thirty-five

[Verse 3: Pill]
Marchin' for cause, they put a hole in it
Start the applause, a rebel soul lifted
Preachin' for the paper, paparazzi, Federales
Several rallies mask Allah's teachings through Shabazz
That's Malik, Omaha, Nebras
Corruption over cash leave 'em leakin' in the cask'
Aim better, you better rebel, the smell of that cheddar and shells
Malcolm vision platinum in Africa when sat in that cell
My religion the kitchen, proper formulas
Benjamins to make sure my pockets have an abnormal bulge
My philosophy is rocks and weed, a pot to lean, a Glock to squeeze
Niggas clockin' dollars don't know how to read with mouths to feed
It's hard when starvin', Marcus Garvey mixed with Malcolm Little
Knowledge was obtained, fuck your chains and your master, nigga
We in the field buildin' muscle while you watch the house
And dustin' off that porcelain and open when they cock is out
[Chorus: Rick Ross]
Pork on the fork, white in the pot
By any means, if ya like it or not
Malcolm X, by any means
Mini fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans
As-salāmu 'alaykum, wa 'alaykum-salām
Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don
Real nigga, street certified
Hit the streets, whip cost three-thirty-five

[Outro]
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