Wale - By Any Means Lyrics
[Rick Ross - Chorus]Pork on the fork, widen the potBy any means if you like it or notMalcom X, by any meansMany 14 stuffed in my denim jeansAs-Salamu Alaykum Wa alaikum as salaamWhatever your religion, kiss the ring on the DonReal nigga, street certified, hit the streets whip cost 335[Meek Mill]No pork on the fork, but it's white in the potWe chargin' you niggas up you like it or notDrop the work off the scale, throw some ice in the potThen let that Arm & Hammer, hammer it right to a lotTryna whip a Rollie or CartierShout out to this Pyrex, that bought this AudemeerOops I meant Audemar, my whole team got themYou loving the same *****, my whole team poppin'My hundred dough, I'm wherever that money goGlock 9 in my underclothes, you cop two of them, we frontin' 4***** niggas we don't ***** with doughBad *****es never lets them knowKeep them round but never trust them, noThis 62 so comfortableI'm a field nigga, you a house niggaI'm a real nigga and you's a mouse niggaCode red, which means you go redBut I don't knock you I just blame it on your head[Rick Ross - Chorus]Pork on the fork, widen the potBy any means if you like it or notMalcom X, by any meansMany 14 stuffed in my denim jeansAs-Salamu Alaykum Wa alaikum as salaamWhatever your religion, kiss the ring on the DonReal nigga, street certified, hit the streets whip cost 335[Wale]Malcom X get your hand out my pocketSome niggas walking with death guess they ran out of optionsTell them niggas we moving, tell them niggas to do itI swear we going ham, throw some, my niggas sew meThey burn on every block,Snitches ain't got no heartShit ain't been the same since Ronald Reagan helped Plymouth rockAnd we don't land on it Mr. Reagan,But this gonna make us rich Mr. ReaganNow As-Salamu Alaykum Wa alaikum as salaamShe near that every Friday and then go to JamalLet her play with the box, she give the greatest topShe said these niggas out here prayin' she makes a lot, wordHow they say that we not fly, how they say that we not workingThey just need convincing like Malcom Little 'fore he convertedI'm on my ? I'ma get her rightOn the Bible you can run but you can't hide[Rick Ross - Chorus][Pill]Marching for cars, they put a hole in itStart the applause, a rebel soul liftedPreaching for the paper paparazzi, federales severe rallies, massacre livesTeaching to Shabazz that's Malik on behind the grassCorruption over cash, leave them leaking in the cask'Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shellsMalcolm ? platinum in Africa when he sat in a cellMy religion the kitchens, papa formulasBenjamins to make sure my pockets abnormalMy philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeezeNiggas clocking dollars don't know how to read with mouths to feedIt's hard when starving Marcus Garvey messed with Malcolm LittleKnowledge Was obtained, ***** your chains and your master niggaWe in the field building muscle while you watch the houseAnd dusting off the porcelain and open when their ***** is out[Rick Ross - Chorus]
