By Any Means (French Version) (Ft. 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