Rick Ross - Hustlin~ (remix)
(feat. Jay-z, Young Jeezy)
[intro: With Jay-z Ad-libs]
Everyday I`m Hustlin`
Hustle, Hustlin` Hustlin`
Hustle, Hustlin` Hustlin`
Hustle, Hustlin` Hustlin`
[hook: With Jay-z Ad-libs]
Everyday I`m Hustlin`
Everyday I`m Hustlin`
Everyday I`m Hustlin`
Everyday I`m Hustlin`
Everyday I`m, Everyday I`m, Everyday I`m Hustlin`
Ev-ev-ev-everyday I`m Hustlin`
Everyday I`m Hustlin`
Ev-ev-ev-everyday I`m Hustlin`
Ev-ev-everyday I`m, Everyday I`m, Everyday I`m Hustlin`
Everyday I`m Hustlin` Hustlin` Hustlin` Hust-hustlin`
[bridge: With Jay-z Ad-libs]
Hustle Real Hard
Hustle, Hustle Real Hard
Hustle Real Hard
Hustle, Hustle Real Hard
Hustlin` Hustlin`
Hustle-hustlin` Hustlin`
Hustle, Everyday I`m, Everyday I`m
Everyday I`m...
[verse 1: Jay-z]
Hold Up
Who You Haters Think You Talkin` To, I`m The Fuckin` Boss
White On White, G4, Hater Get Lost
I`m In The Air I Don`t Hear Niggaz Corny Raps
Yeah Nigga Hov Is Back, That Nigga Hov Is Back
I Got A Honey Bun, No Not A Chick
I Got A Honey Bun, Millions Nigga I Got Couple Hundred `em
Ninety-nine Problems Prick, Don`t Become The Hundreth One
`less You Got A Hundred Lives Murder Bout A Hundred, Uh
We Don`t Resort To Violence, We On Resorts And Islands
With Linen Shorts And Shades, Case They Thought You Was Lyin`
My Louis Slippers, Polo Top
Linen Shorts So My Balls Don`t Get Hot, Ha Ha
Yeah I Balls A Lot, Nah I Owns The Team
Ricky Ross, Roc-a-fella, I Owns The Scene
Stop Playin` With Me Lames Y`all Not My Equal
It Ain`t No Coincidence That My Age Is A Kilo
Which Means That I`m Pordo, Which Means That I`m Gordo
Which Means That I Use A G4, Like In Auto
I`m A Walkin` Memorial
I`m Legendary For Whippin` Whippin` That Boss
So Nigga Just Let That Cause Go
[hook With Ad-libs]
[bridge]
[verse 2: Young Jeezy]
Hey, Let`s Go
Snowman Bitch, I Don`t Even Wear The Same Draws
Flat Screens On My Walls, Flows Look Like Bowling Balls
I Know Big Meeks, The Real Big Meeks
It`s Over For You Clowns Soon As My Nigga Hit Them Streets
I See You Ridin` Homie, But That Ain`t Hard Enough
You Know Me I Might Pull Up In An Armored Truck
I Stack Big Faces, I Stack Small Faces
I Stack All Faces, Swear It`s White As Pillow Cases
I Got A Dirty Mouth But My Kitchen`s Clean
Them Folks Ridin` Hid The Pots And The Triple Beams
Hit The Dodge Spot I Must`ve Copped Six Magnums
Marriott Suite, I Must`ve Used Six Magnums
Feds On My Tail, You Know Them Boys`ll Six Flag Ya
Testarossa Ride, Like I`m On A Coaster Ride
Sheet Mix, Remix Still Talkin` White Bricks
Two Million Records Sold And I`m Still Talkin` White Shit
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[bridge]
[verse 3: Rick Ross]
I`m The Fuckin` Future Nigga, What You Can`t See The Facts
Ya Want Them Pretty Things, I`m The One Ya Need To Ask
They Come Cross The Border, I`m Fulfillin` Ya Order
But The Second Ya Bought Her, Fed Charges Get Brought Up
I`m Whippin` The Case, Like I`m Whippin` The Base
Look At Daddy In Face Now Tell Me How Good Does It Taste
Willie Fal-con, I`m The Dow Jones
Down South Where Them D-boys Ground Zones
We Never Steal Cars, What I`m Puttin` Miles On
Thirty Feet, It Cost A Couple Hundred Thousand
My Shit Bigger Than Your`s, At The Biddin` Wars
I`m The One They Biddin` For, Dog I`m Just The Biggest Drought
I`m In The Distribution, I`m Like Def Jam
Release Fish Scales, Scales On My Desk Man
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[ad-libs]
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