BY ANY MEANS MUSIC

BY ANY MEANS MUSIC

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By Any Means Music represents the past, the present and the future of hiphop. Whether it's old school, new school, intellectual, hardcore, innovative, east, west or dirty south we got it covered.

Biography

Our influences include - Run DMC, LL Cool J, N.W.A, Kanye West, Dr. Dre, Just Blaze, Curtis Mayfield, Norman Whitfield, Motown, NAS, Slick Rick, KRS One, Three Six Mafia, Hot Boyz, Rakim, Jay Z, P Diddy, Russell Simmons, Master P, and Kevin Liles.

Our style is very diverse because the group members are from Los Angeles, New York, and Baltimore. These environments and cultures are reflected in our music, accents, and attitudes.

Once upon a time a rapper named Imperator owned and operated an independent rap label called "By Any Means Music" The label released 4 albums "Evolution of a Man", "Hiphopoly", "Flossaholic", and "Patterson Park", which featured his 18 year old nephew "Goldie". Imperator and his son "Creepy Fingers" wrote, produced and recorded numerous tracks for local artist. They taught many upcoming, producers, labels, and artist tricks of the trade.

One day he faced the fact that he didn't have proper funding to run a label, and that in this dog eat dog world of music people do bite the hand that feeds them. Thus his philosophy changed and he took Snoop Doggs advice "The game is to be sold not told". Hence "B.A.M.M" would operate as a production company, and forevermore be a family affair.

Join us as we embark upon a journey in this treacherous world of music to slay naysayers in this industry we call the beast. For we are the past, the present, and the future of hiphop.

The Beginning!

Lyrics

TEAR IT UP

Written By: Steven Laws Jr., Joey Laws, and Steven Laws Sr.

She likes in when I grab her by her hair, smack her on her ass,
Pussy popping booty dropping, baby down to make that cash,
Bounce it round shake it fast, and got them thongs on,
Shit gone get X rated once they put this song on,
Get my Cheech and Chong on, It’s on and popping,
Ain’t no stopping, once we get it started fucking models popping bottles,
Nasty girls that like to swallow loving how Lil,
Mamma back that ass up, I’m a tear that ass up,
Got cutie tatted on her booty, walk around in high heels,
Music bumping titties jumping Goldie fixing to fuck something,
Mommy is you bout it or what this is the real uncut,
I put the dick on your butt, I know you like that,
Shake something for some change; Say you smart give me brain,
Take that ass to ectasy, you fucking wit a Mack man,
Like Luther Campbell baby a fuck is a fuck,
So bring that ass to the back and let me beat that pussy up, what!

I’m a tear that pussy up; I’m a tear that pussy up,
I’m a tear that pussy up; I’m a tear that pussy up
I’m a tear that ass up, I’m a tear that ass up,
I’m a tear that ass up, I’m a tear that ass up,

Short in the front row you is such a cute hoe,
But I know your type you like to make a Nigga wait doe,
Let him finger fuck you lick you titts and lust you,
Turn him on, to turn him off, until his balls is all blue,
Me I walk right by you, cause see that girl behind you,
She got ass more ass then, all that ass behind you,
You fucking with the BAMM crew, fucking or we banned you,
Now I’m gonna tell you what your Nigga should’ve told you,

I’m a tear that pussy up; I’m a tear that pussy up,
I’m a tear that pussy up; I’m a tear that pussy up
I’m a tear that ass up, I’m a tear that ass up,
I’m a tear that ass up, I’m a tear that ass up,

Look how she sliding down that pole, Make it wobble got me on swole,
Ass bouncing round same speed as the drum roll,
It’s so erotic exotic we drinking Henny, Hypnotic,
She hops on top and then ride it, Baby a freak and can’t hide it,
Now show your tongue ring, get your eagle on,
You grown you can do what you wanna do girl,
Keep shaking that show me how you twirk that,
Ass for a dub, it’s plenty ass in the club,
Red bones, chocolate deluxe, and even caramels,
I’m a take em all what the hell, a Nigga living so swell,
I got protection, KY and all that,
Some a swallow dick, balls, come and all that,
And fuck them sassy hoes, they always say “You nasty Gold”,
But at the end of the show, a still suck a Nigga pole,
I’m a tear that pussy up, I’m a tear that ass up,
Roll the grass up, booty I don’t pass up, I tears it up

I’m a tear that pussy up; I’m a tear that pussy up,
I’m a tear that pussy up; I’m a tear that pussy up
I’m a tear that ass up, I’m a tear that ass up,
I’m a tear that ass up, I’m a tear that ass up,

WHAT U WANT

Written By: Steven Laws Sr. and Joey Laws

Shorty what you want I got it got it,
Hop on pop don't stop ride it ride it,
What you want huh? What you need? I got a forty-ounce and a dime bag of weed,
Shorty in the front row coming thru my front doe
Coming then she going hope she knowing this ain't love doe,
Hanging on my snoopy like a motherfucker groupie,
Never buying bitches cars, might take em to the movie,
Then I hit that doggie style my take a broad home but I'm not bow wow,
I'm CEO hoes come hoes go explicit visit off the top I'm a let a hoe know,
You ain't got to go home just get the fuck out of here,
We can smoke a few blunts drink a bottle of beer,
But when the sunrise, just kiss and say goodbye,
A Nigga got a hangover fuck that blah blah, blah,

Shorty what you want huh? What you need? I got a forty-ounce and a dime bag of weed,
I'm fucking in the day and hustling in the eve, Shorty wanna stay but Shorty gotta leave

Come here girl let me holler at you for a sec,
Whisper game in ya ear get the pussy dripping wet,
Paw prints on ya chest strawberries on neck,
Get you back to the crib, Shorty knowing what’s next,
I peeped the ring on her finger the others in her mouth,
You a big girl now more sitting on the couch,
Just roll the grass light out like Pendergrass bend ya ass,
Then do like mystical and shake it real fast,
Wash ya self hit the strip get the cash Mack game international I move like flash
Gold chill wit them fine hoe’s freak hoe’s geek hoe’s,
Gin juice mad blunts every day of the week Yo!
Off top I tell ya girl she can’t stay,
Only tap that ass once now she talking four play,
I calls the bitches easy hoe’s go and get them easy rolls,
Don’t stop get it hit suck the dick nice and slow
Bust a nut blaze the dro time for you to go,
Asking Goldie can she stay two words hell no

Shorty what you want huh? What you need?
I got a forty-ounce and a dime bag of weed,
I'm fucking in the day and hustling in the eve,
Shorty wanna stay but Shorty gotta leave

A yo blaze it up light it up let me hit that,
Bamm music back on the track yawl can sit back,
Smoking fat sacks let a Nigga get in the zone fuck throne,
I’m the skinny rapper wit the chrome,
Sipping gin taking blunts to the dome N.Y. to Cali, Cali to Rome,
Then it’s back to the city that them niggas call the charm
Walking red carpet two bitches on the arm,
Got the syrup mix wit hypnotic you name it I got,
CD’s narcotics doesn’t matter the product,
Cruising threw the city checking out the night scene,
Macking to them broads walking round in them tight jeans,
Light green in the air a Nigga getting stone right,
Take you back to the crib you know you getting bone right,
Time to go pack ya stuff and don't forget the weave,
I got more money to make and you girl you gots to leave

Shorty what you want huh? What you need? I got a forty-ounce and a dime bag of weed,
I'm fucking in the day and hustling in the eve, Shorty wanna stay but Shorty gotta leave

GET READY

Written By: Joey Laws, and Steven Laws Sr.

Get on ya mark, get set, get ready let’s go,
All my bitches say al, all my niggas say ho,
This BBBB BAMM and we don’t give a fuck,
If you got it on ya mind motherfucker run up,
To get beat down, beat down,
Take it to the streets now,
By any means music on the rise play for keeps now,
We in deep now like Lawerence Fishbournce,
So it’s 187 hard way is how you learn,
Burn a nigga like a perm play pussy get fucked,
You know it’s all about the dollar and we getting them bucks,
Clutch time pass the mic,
Touch mine time to fight,
Leaving niggas in the dust don’t fuck wit us,

Get on ya mark, get set, get ready let’s go,
All my bitches say al, all my niggas say ho,
This BBBB BAMM and we don’t give a fuck,
If you got it on ya mind motherfucker run up,

Now get ya ass on the floor, hands in the sky,
If you drink pop a bottle, if you smoke blaze the la,
Turn the music up high, they say the roof is on fire,
Fuck the dress code, we coming in our street attire,
Watching for snakes like the real king of comedy,
Say what you want, but ya words ain’t harming me,
Fuck BAMM, nah fuck wit us,
We independent bitch, but at the top is where they put us,
Number one wit a bullet, when I come I’m a pull it,
Cock, squeeze unload, put a end to my foes,
Smash out hit the road, continue doing our shows,
A yo! We gonna have the whole world feeling us Gold,

Get on ya mark, get set, get ready let’s go,
All my bitches say al, all my niggas say ho,
This BBBB BAMM and we don’t give a fuck,
If you got it on ya mind motherfucker run up,

In the south we dirty dirty, in the east we grimey grimey,
In the west we keep it gangsta, if you want me you can find me,
It’s Creep, Gold, and Imp banging out those tracks,
Hot shit for the streets gone keep them clubs packed,
It’s a wrap when we rap, competition is none,
Keep the crowds hands high, like I’m waving a gun,
Get em up put em up, keep your hands in the air,
Bammusic Family Ties is a family affair.

Get on ya mark, get set, get ready let’s go,
All my bitches say al, all my niggas say ho,
This BBBB BAMM and we don’t give a fuck,
If you got it on ya mind motherfucker run up.

Discography

Family Ties "A Family That Slays Together Stays Together"

Set List

Set time 20 minutes to 1 hour.

1. Tear It Up (Dirty South - Club / Strip Club)
2. What You Want (Dirty South Radio / Club)
3. Get Ready (Street / Club)
4. Maintenance Man (Club / Dance)
5. Cosign