[Rick Ross - Chorus]
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Pork on the fork, widen the pot
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By any means if you like it or not
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Malcom X, by any means
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Many 14 stuffed in my denim jeans
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As-Salamu Alaykum Wa alaikum as salaam
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Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the Don
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Real nigga, street certified, hit the streets whip cost 335
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[Meek Mill]
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No pork on the fork, but it's white in the pot
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We chargin' you niggas up you like it or not
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Drop the work off the scale, throw some ice in the pot
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Then let that Arm & Hammer, hammer it right to a lot
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Tryna whip a Rollie or Cartier
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Shout out to this Pyrex, that bought this Audemeer
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Oops I meant Audemar, my whole team got them
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You loving the same bitch, my whole team poppin'
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My hundred dough, I'm wherever that money go
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Glock 9 in my underclothes, you cop two of them, we frontin' 4
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Fuck niggas we don't fuck with dough
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Bad bitches never lets them know
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Keep them round but never trust them, no
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This 62 so comfortable
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I'm a field nigga, you a house nigga
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I'm a real nigga and you's a mouse nigga
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Code red, which means you go red
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But I don't knock you I just blame it on your head
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[Rick Ross - Chorus]
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Pork on the fork, widen the pot
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By any means if you like it or not
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Malcom X, by any means
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Many 14 stuffed in my denim jeans
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As-Salamu Alaykum Wa alaikum as salaam
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Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the Don
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Real nigga, street certified, hit the streets whip cost 335
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[Wale]
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Malcom X get your hand out my pocket
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Some niggas walking with death guess they ran out of options
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Tell them niggas we moving, tell them niggas to do it
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I swear we going ham, throw some, my niggas sew me
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They burn on every block,
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Snitches ain't got no heart
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Shit ain't been the same since Ronald Reagan helped Plymouth rock
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And we don't land on it Mr. Reagan,
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But this gonna make us rich Mr. Reagan
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Now As-Salamu Alaykum Wa alaikum as salaam
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She near that every Friday and then go to Jamal
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Let her play with the box, she give the greatest top
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She said these niggas out here prayin' she makes a lot, word
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How they say that we not fly, how they say that we not working
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They just need convincing like Malcom Little 'fore he converted
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I'm on my ? I'ma get her right
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On the Bible you can run but you can't hide
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[Rick Ross - Chorus]
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[Pill]
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Marching for cars, they put a hole in it
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Start the applause, a rebel soul lifted
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Preaching for the paper paparazzi, federales severe rallies, massacre lives
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Teaching to Shabazz that's Malik on behind the grass
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Corruption over cash, leave them leaking in the cask'
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Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells
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Malcolm ? platinum in Africa when he sat in a cell
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My religion the kitchens, papa formulas
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Benjamins to make sure my pockets abnormal
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My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze
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Niggas clocking dollars don't know how to read with mouths to feed
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It's hard when starving Marcus Garvey messed with Malcolm Little
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Knowledge Was obtained, fuck your chains and your master nigga
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We in the field building muscle while you watch the house
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And dusting off the porcelain and open when their cock is out
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[Rick Ross - Chorus]
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By Any Means
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Maybach Music Group |