By Any Means

I could give a fuck if I sold one or one million
But I think you should
Cuz even if I sold one, then my intentions were good
And my intentions, you ask? Was to create a Dallas classic
So go cop another one and keep that one in the plastic
(By Any Means)
You had to have it/ All recorded, mixed, and mastered
(Check the credits)
B-Eazy beat up every drum on this record
Who’s the EP? Me!/ CEO? Me!
Shit, who else than the muthafuckin' B-EAZY!
The greatest moment that’ll change your life
The second you hear it
Is when niggas would go word-for-word reciting your lyrics
And then you stop and just chill/ Cuz the vibe is so real
Then you realize this music shit ain’t just bout a deal
I’m leaving a legacy for my kids (unborn)
Look what your pops did
So even when I’m dead & gone, my lyrics live on!
Now that it’s said & done
And Dallas has crowned me the new Don
Go spread the word
Or you won’t even get another record from me!
By Any Means
By Any Means
By Any Means
By Any Means
My T. Jones told me «If you want a Benz, go buy a Benz»
My pops said, «Don't call these niggas your friends»
They steady try to outsmart you, and you a smart dude
Finished four years of high school
Know scriptures of the Bible and the street codes to survival
I don’t watch tv too much, cuz it’s too many gays
And you won’t see me in the spot, if it’s too many strays
I learned to flip paper, forwards, backwards & sideways
I been a solo nigga ever since my younger days
Therefore, I drank by myself, smoke by myself
Plus, fuck all your hoes by my goddamn self
I’m the type I don’t believe it, till I see it with my pupils
(Now its clear) I get it, money ain’t the root of all evil
It’s in the people, guns don’t kill niggas, we do
And some niggas can’t stand
When I make more cheese than he do (Feel that)
I’m strong enough to carry Dallas on my back
And I’m sure The D.O.C., he can vouch for that
Let’s go!
By Any Means
By Any Means
By Any Means
By Any Means
I’ve been told that I’m «The One» by some of my closest niggas
So I’m doing it for them, but when I’m approaching figures
Niggas stab me in the back, so I’m on a solo venture
B-Eazy bout his stacks, for dolo/ No splitting it with ya, I’m fine
Some niggas shady, I’m reclined
Bumping Jay-Z, In My Lifetime, Vol. 1 «The City Is Mine»
So if I’m occupied or too tired, to give you my time
Just understand your boy been on the grind
P.O. talk to 'em!
I can beat you bastards
With lyrical gymnastics
My craft is nothing short of fantastic!
Your feedback’s elastic
Style so tragic
Meanwhile, mine’s mastered, plastered
Next to the wall, plaqued it!
While y’all stashed stacks in your seams
Laughed at my dreams
I was off the scene, mastering «By Any Means»
Churning cream into butter
My mind’s like no other
Discovered that I’m my own brother!
I studder-stepped into time
And re-invent a rhyme
And skipped back, before you could skip tracks
Or push rewind!
I studder-stepped into time
And re-invent a rhyme
And skipped back, before you could skip tracks
Or push rewind!
A grind like no other
Not even lava has more steam
Clinged to the fact, I’m here black, By Any Means!
It’s Visine Clear, my intentions for the year
A resolution for the pollution that’s produced around here!
A dry tear runneth down
For those concerned with coming down
A gimmick running out
I’m coming out By Any Means!