Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song By Any Means , by - Wale. Release date: 22.05.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
By Any Means |
| Pork on the fork, widen the pot |
| By any means if you like it or not |
| Malcolm X, by any means |
| Many 14 stuffed in my denim jeans |
| As-Salamu Alaykum Wa alaikum as salaam |
| Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the Don |
| Real nigga, street certified, hit the streets whip cost 335 |
| No pork on the fork, but it’s white in the pot |
| We chargin' 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' |
| My hundred dough, I’m wherever that money go |
| Glock 9 in my underclothes, you cop two of them, we frontin' 4 |
| Fuck niggas we don’t fuck with dough |
| Bad bitches never lets them know |
| 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 head |
| Pork on the fork, widen the pot |
| By any means if you like it or not |
| Malcom X, by any means |
| Many 14 stuffed in my denim jeans |
| As-Salamu Alaykum Wa alaikum as salaam |
| Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the Don |
| Real nigga, street certified, hit the streets whip cost 335 |
| Malcom X get your hand out my pocket |
| Some niggas walking with death guess they ran out of options |
| Tell them niggas we moving, tell them niggas to do it |
| I swear we going ham, throw some, my niggas sew me |
| They burn on every block, |
| Snitches ain’t got no heart |
| Shit ain’t been the same since Ronald Reagan helped Plymouth rock |
| And we don’t land on it Mr. Reagan, |
| But this gonna make us rich Mr. Reagan |
| Now As-Salamu Alaykum Wa alaikum as salaam |
| She near that every Friday and then go to Jummah |
| Let her play with the box, she give the greatest of top |
| She said these niggas out here prayin' she makes a lot, 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 dean Insha Allah I’ma get her right |
| On the Bible you can run (Qu'Ran) but you can’t hide |
| Marching for cars, they put a hole in it |
| Start the applause, a rebel soul lifted |
| Preaching for the paper paparazzi, federales severe rallies, massacre lives |
| Teaching to Shabazz that’s Malik on behind the grass |
| Corruption over cash, leave them leaking in the cask' |
| Ain’t better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells |
| Malcolm bettin' 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 |