Artist: Chris Ward f/ Lil' Pop, Todd, M.O.E. Album: Veteran Rookie Song: By Any Means Typed by: Lil Hustle [Lil' Pop] Copped the six, took it straight to Ike Next week I'm wet blue, sipping drank on ice Keep a device for them cats, who get too hype And some flight for my bitch, so she can get two nights Turning men to mice, folding twenties like dice The mail hide in flights, took the girls out of spice Entice by the night, 'fore I fall off pull a heist Give me candle a microwave, I'll fry a brick with no lights I might just land a chopper, in your yard perfect guard Hop out Fendi'd down, with a few Hollywood stars Fuck the law tucked in her bra, a half a cake Down the Interstate, sipping a skee taste We chase with grace, in this million dollar race So when Duke and Mack touch ground, they ain't gotta push weight I look great off in my Gucci robe by my dot Me spot bigger bricks, with a fifty foot yacht Rocks that blind sights, enough carats for ten rabbits Jag on stealth side, on 20's with Clarion's glaring Stay wearing, 'fits to make a bitch sick Triple beams and schemes, and screens playing flicks Beach home and cream, we living our dream Mashing with triple beam, my million dollar team Overloading the scene, flicks on car screens Get money my niggaz, by any means Money my niggaz, by any means Beach homes and cream, we living our dream Mashing with triple beam, my million dollar team [Todd] My daddy always told me, son mash for your cream Keep a loaded strap, and some killers on your team Bidness first, and keep the 4-5 low And never let a bitch know, where you stash your do' Cause the game is shady, and the streets are watching You see a nigga on a mission, and it ain't no stopping I'm steady copping stacking my paper, by all means Pulling up on the scene, brand new 19's I know you fiend, niggaz get hit with the beams Six lit up screens, living my dream Plots and schemes, got me living my dream Pulled out 2000 Jag, blue on cream Wrecked the scene, on pro 19's Down in H-Town, we take slab to extreme Iced out bezeltyne, with the Rolex that bling Get your money my nigga, by all means Never bullshit and keep on, hustling Until you find someone, to put your trust in [M.O.E.] Since my early teens, from horrified nightmares To having screens, to on team getting supreme Off of triple beams by any means, overload the scene Blowing on green, while sipping Hennessey steady po'ing on lean Know what I mean, or should I give you an example Louisiana born hustler, with Texas game that's hard to handle Amplify my paper, keep my head on straight Ballistic again, out Texas with these placks on every song that I make Wreck see is real, with lyrics and skills [M.O.E.] Planned to make a mill ticket, we gon get it Top figga nigga, with cash money non digits Bigger to get the load, I had to be unfold Sickness when I flow, with rings around the globe Want mine in all faces, get mine in all places Make sure to live my dreams, best believe in all cases No sheem stay crispy clean, a triple beam Keep your green, when niggaz hit your spot be on your team [Chris Ward] Through thick and thin, I'm down with the Southside Pentagon Where we pack plenty guns, and stack plenty funds And we attack anyone, who fuck with our cream Chris Ward and M.O.E., we a million dollar team We ride for Houston, like Francis and Hakeem So shit I guess you can say, we living a dream I'm still a hustler, to the supreme extreme Cause every verse that I spit, weighs up on a triple beam I got a scheme, and it's hotter than steam Whatever you do for cheddar, take it mainstream Keep your mind on your green, and remember the theme By any means, as Money Over Everything nigga