Rick Ross - By Any Means lyrics

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Rick Ross - By Any Means lyrics

[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 n***a, 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 n***as 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 'em You loving the same b**h 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' four f** n***as we don't f** with those, bad b**hes never loved them though Keep them round but never trust them no, this 62 so comfortable I'm a field n***a, you a house n***a I'm a real n***a and you's a mouse n***a Code rat, which means you code red But I don't knock you I just blame it on your old head, rats [Hook: Rick Ross] [Verse 2: Wale] Yeah, Wale though, uh Malcolm X: Get yo hand out my pocket Some n***as walkin' with d**h, guess they ran out of options Tell them n***as we movin', tell them n***as to do it I swear we going H.A.M., though some my n***as Sunni They burn on every block, snitches here don't got no heart sh** 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-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 n***as 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 'er right On the Bible you can run but you can't hide [Hook: Rick Ross] [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, ma**, Allah's teachings through Shabazz That's Malik, Omaha, Nebras Corruption over cash, leave them leakin' in the cask' Ain't better, you better rebel, smell of that cheddar and shells Malcolm envision platinum in Africa when he sat in a 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, the Glock will squeeze n***as 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, f** your chains and your master, n***a We in the field buildin' muscle while you watch the house And dustin' off the porcelain and open when their co*k is out [Hook: Rick Ross]