By Any Means

[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 'em 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' four Fuck niggas we don't 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 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 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-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 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, mass, 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 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 the porcelain and open when their cock is out [Hook: Rick Ross]