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By Any Means

By Any Means Lyrics Wale feat. Meek Mill,Pill,Rick Ross

[Hook - 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-Salamu Alaykum, Wa `alaykums-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]
No pork on the fork, but it’s white in the pot
We charging you niggas up 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 Cartier
Shout out to this Pyrex, that bought this Audemeer
Oops I meant Audemar, my whole team got them
You loving the same bitch, my whole team poppin’
One hundred dough, I’m wherever that money go
Glock 9 in my underclothes, you cop two of them, we frontin’ 4
Fuck niggas we dont fuck with those
Bad bitches never loved them though
Keep them round but never trust them no
This 62 so comfortable
I’m a field nigga, you a house nigga
I’m a real nigga and you’s a mouse nigga
Code red, which means you go red
But I don’t knock you I just blame it on your old head, rats

[Hook - 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-Salamu Alaykum, Wa `alaykums-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]
Malcolm X: Get yo hand out my pocket
Some niggas walking 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's sunnis
They burn on every block
Snitches here don't got no heart
Shit ain't been the same since Ronald Regan
Helped Plymouth Rock
And we ain't land on that Mr. Reagan
But this gon make us rich Mr. Reagan
Now
As-Salamu Alaykum Wa `alaykums-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 pray and she makes Salah
Word, how they say that we not fly?
How they say that we not working
They just need convincing like Malcolm little
Fore he converted
I'm on my grind
Inshallah I'm on my deen and I'mma get 'er right
On the bible you can run
But you can't hide

[Hook - 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-Salamu Alaykum, Wa `alaykums-salām
Whatever yo Religion kiss the ring on the don
Real Nigga, Street Certified
Hit the streets whip cost three-thirty-five

[Pill]
Marching for cause, they put a hole in it
Start the applause, a rebel soul lifted
Preaching for the paper, paparazzi, federales
Several rallies, mass, Allah’s teachings through Shabazz
That’s Malik Omaha, Nebras
Corruption over cash, leave them leaking in the cask’
Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells
Malcolm ? platinum in Africa when he sat in a cell
My religion the kitchens, papa formulas
Benjamins to make sure my pockets abnormal
My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the Glock will squeeze
Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed
It’s hard when starving Marcus Garvey messed with Malcolm Little
Knowledge Was obtained, Fuck your chains and your master nigga
We in the field building muscle while you watch the house
And dusting off the porcelain and open when their cock is out

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