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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