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Pork on the fork, white in the pot By any means, if you like it or not Malcolm X, by any means Mini-14 stuffed in my denim jeans As-salamu alaykum, wa alaykumu s-salām Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don Real nigga, street certified Hit the streets, whip cost three-thirty-five No pork on the fork, but it's white in the pot We chargin' you niggas up if 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, all Cartier Shoutout to this Pyrex that bought this Audemar Oops, I mean Audemars, my whole team got 'em You lovin' the same bitch, my whole team pop it One hundred dough, I'm wherever that money go Glock 9 in my underclothes, you cop two and we front the four Fuck niggas, we don't fuck with those Bad bitches, never lust 'em though Keep 'em 'round but never trust 'em though This '62 so comfortable, ahh I'm a field nigga, you's 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 out, just blame it on your old heads, rats Pork on the fork, white in the pot By any means, if you like it or not Malcolm X, by any means Mini-14 stuffed in my denim jeans As-salamu alaykum, wa alaykumu s-salām Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don Real nigga, street certified Hit the streets, whip cost three-thirty-five Malcolm X, get your 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 goin' HAM, don't stop, my niggas Sunni They burn under every block, snitches here don't got no heart Shit ain't been the same since Ronald Reagan had 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 alaykumu s-salām She kneel down every Friday and then go to Jumu'ah Let her play with her box, she give the greatest top She say these niggas is her prey and she make salat, word How they say that we not fly? How they say that we not workin'? They just need convincin' like Malcolm Little 'fore he converted I'm on my deen, Inshallah, I'ma get it right On the Bible, you can run but you can't hide Pork on the fork, white in the pot By any means, if you like it or not Malcolm X, by any means Mini-14 stuffed in my denim jeans As-salamu alaykum, wa alaykumu s-salām Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don Real nigga, street certified Hit the streets, whip cost three-thirty-five Marchin' for cause, they put a hole in it Start the applause, a rebel's soul lifted Preachin' for the paper, paparazzi, federales Several rallies, mask Allah's, teachings through Shabazz That's Malik, Omahana Brass Corruption over cash, leave 'em leakin' in the cask Ain't better, you better rebel or smell of that cheddar and shells Malcolm visit platinum in Africa when sat in that cell My religion the kitchen, proper formulas Measurements to make sure my pockets have an abnormal bulge My philosophy is rocks and weed, a pot to lean, a Glock to 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 they cock is out Pork on the fork, white in the pot By any means, if you like it or not Malcolm X, by any means Mini-14 stuffed in my denim jeans As-salamu alaykum, wa alaykumu s-salām Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don Real nigga, street certified Hit the streets, whip cost three-thirty-five